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But a lot o’ them officers nowthey come out here wi’ biggety idears ’bout how t’ handle Injuns, thinkin’ they knows all thar’s t’ be knowed ’bout fightin’an’ them never facin’ up to a Comanche in war paint, let alone huntin’ ’Paches. ’Paches, they know this here country like it was part o’ their own bodiescan say ’Howdy-an’-how’s-all-th’-folks, bub?’ t’ every lizard an’ snake in th’ rocks.

"I'm goin' to let it go over to-night," she faltered. Then she laid a stiff hand on her husband's sweat-damp sleeve. "Tom Drake," she gulped, "I'm afraid me an' you are facin' the greatest trouble we've ever had." "What's wrong now?" he asked, swift visions of moonshine stills, armed officers, and grim court officials flashing before him. Haltingly she explained the situation.

"He seen death facin' him an' he warn't afraid," Milt said reverently. "In with you, boys!" shouted the skipper. "And hook your belts every man of you! If she overturns again I want to be able to count noses when we come right side up. Now!" A shuddering cry from the women, in which Louise found herself joining; a "Yo! heave-ho!" from the men who launched the craft.

"I dreamed of voyagin' into unknown seas of seein' the islands of the West and of the East of visitin' all the wonderful corners of the world of facin' all the perils and experiencin' all the adventures of a free rover. And what was my fate? "The tamest sort of a life," he said, answering his own question. "The flattest existence ever man could imagine. Hi-mighty!

His eyes were dry and in them was an expression so hopeless and dreary that the tears started to her own. "John," she said, "I couldn't bear to think of your facin' it alone up here. I just had to come." He smiled, and the smile was as hopeless as the look in his eyes. "Face it?" he repeated. "Well, Mrs. Coffin, I must face it, I suppose. I've been facing it ever since since I knew.

You ought to know every spot in the covert where it's possible to aim a gun at any one stannin' on top of the steps at The Towers. There can't be many such places. Is there even one? I don't suppose the barefaced scoundrel would dare come out into the open drive. Brodie said Mr. Fenley was shot through the right side while facin' the car, so he bears out both your notion an' Mr.

"He had a splendid constitution from a boy, but he was always afraid it wouldn't last him. The seat back o' 'Squire Bean's is the old Peabody pew ain't that the Peabody pew you're scrubbin', Nancy?" "I believe so," Nancy answered, never pausing in her labours. "It's so long since anybody sat there, it's hard to remember." "It is the Peabodys', I know it, because the aisle runs right up facin' it.

And this, young man, is Miss Verona." He swings me around facin' her, and I expect I must have acted some sheepish. But trust Vee! What does she do but let loose one of them ripply laughs of hers. Then she steps up, pulls my head down playful with both hands, and looks me square in the eyes. "Why didn't you tell me before, Torchy," says she, "that you had such a perfectly grand name as all that?"

Then facin' Greaves, he said, deliberately: 'Greaves, this drunken Bruce is excuse enough fer a show-down. I take it that you are sheepmen, an' you're goin' on Jorth's side of the fence in the matter of this sheep rangin'. "'Wal, Nez Perce, I reckon you hit plumb center, said Greaves, dryly. He spread wide his big hands to the other men, as if to say they'd might as well own the jig was up.

We were all sittin' together, for we turned the seats that a way. Mr. Miller and Mitch facin' us, my pa and me in one of the seats, and John Armstrong across the aisle, after he got on. And John says, "Wal, how about that boy down that a way? Whar does he live?" "Who?" says I. "That boy you was runnin' away to see. Tom Sawyer, warn't it?" And Mr.