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Warrigal had fired as he came up, and hit him too; but couldn't stop him in the rush. Dad got in at him, and knocked his brains out there and then. Afterwards, he'd sat down and drank himself pretty well blind; and then, finding the pains coming on him, and knowing he couldn't live, finished himself off with his own revolver. It was just the way I expected he would make an ending.
"I shall start for San Francisco to-morrow, having other business there that I need to look after." "I'll go too, Joe," said Joshua. "With my share of the purchase-money and the nugget, I'm worth, nigh on to five thousand dollars. What will dad say?" "And what will Susan Smith say?" queried Joe. Joshua grinned. "I guess she'll say she's ready to change her name to Bickford," said he.
She suddenly sprang to the window, and, pressing her eyes to the pane, saw through the misty turmoil of tossing boughs and swaying branches the scintillating intermittent flames of torches moving on the trail above, and KNEW it was there! In an instant she was collected and calm. "Dad," she said, in her ordinary indifferent tone, "there's torches movin' up toward the diamond pit.
Who does he mean?" "Huck, he must mean us both we're right together." "Oh, Tom, I reckon we're goners. I reckon there ain't no mistake 'bout where I'LL go to. I been so wicked." "Dad fetch it! This comes of playing hookey and doing everything a feller's told NOT to do. I might a been good, like Sid, if I'd a tried but no, I wouldn't, of course.
He had started in business as a house-agent, and the family of three lived from hand to mouth on the profits that escaped the publican. Not that Dad was idle. He was for ever busy; but it was the busyness of a fly.
"Well, I guess we have 'em pretty well where we want 'em," said Dave, at the close of the day. "Pretty good round-up; eh, Dad?" "Yes, but it isn't over yet," was the answer. Mr. Carson cast a look at the sky. All his cattle were now gathered in one immense herd, branded, and ready for division during the following few days.
Ye don't mean the young feller ye was a tellin' me about the other evenin'? Bill's boy really come to the mountains?" asked Dad, becoming interested at once. "Yes, he's here, Dad, as sure as I'm a living man. He went up this trail this afternoon, and I talked with him. He asked about his father the first thing; said his father owned a mine up here somewhere, and asked me if I knew Tad Kieser."
"You better keep away from there, Boyee," he warned anxiously. "If there's no epidemic, why should I keep away?" "There's always a lot of infection down in those tenements," said Dr. Surtaine lamely. "Dad, when you made your report for the 'Clarion' did you tell us all you knew?" "All except some medical technicalities," said the Doctor, who never told a lie when a half-lie would serve.
Arkady suddenly stopped short, cast a stealthy look behind him, and said no more. 'Of course, observed Nikolai Petrovitch, 'you were born here, and so everything is bound to strike you in a special 'Come, dad, that makes no difference where a man is born. 'Still 'No; it makes absolutely no difference.
Mother sat silently at the end and poured out the tea while Dad, at the head, served the pumpkin and divided what cold meat there was. Mother would n't have any meat one of us would have to go without if she had taken any.
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