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"Yu tal me to hold it," said Ole reproachfully, hugging it tighter than ever. "Drop it, you Mammoth Cave of ignorance!" yelled Bost. "If I had your head I'd sell it for cordwood. Drop it!" Ole dropped the ball placidly. "Das ban fule game," he smiled dazedly. "Aye ent care for it. Eny faller got a Yewsharp?" That was the opening chapter of Ole's instruction. The rest were just like it.
"I hear one doctor faller stop this camp," the Swede said inquiringly, looking anxiously from face to face, his own face haggard and drawn from severe and long endured pain. "I come long way. North fork of the Whyo." "I'm the doctor. What's the matter?" In response, the man held up his left hand, the second finger of which was monstrously swollen.
The sheriff snatched away the rope and dealt the officious gentleman a savage blow on the chin that sent him staggering backward into the arms of his friends. "Now, see here, now I'm going to arrest this old faller! I am going to put him in jail, and I ain't going to have no nonsense do you hear me?" he expostulated. "I can explain " cried the judge.
One of the men frightened me by saying, 'By Gearge! I'll in with you into a gig, and off with you after that ther' faller. He pretended to mean it, and started up. I watched him without flinching. He remarked that if I 'had not cut my lucky from school, and tossed my cap for a free life, he was whatever may be expressed by a slap on the thigh.
"Who is he?" demanded Williams, who had been looking on sourly while the engine-despatcher chalked his name on the board for the night run with the service-car. "Ay couldn't tal you his name. Bote he is dem young faller bane goin' 'round hare dees two, t'ree days, lukin' lak preacher out of a yob. Vouldn'd dat yar you?"
You are all right, Ole. I never saw a more intelligent fellow. I won't cuss you any more, Ole. If you'll stop now we'll take you back in an automobile hold on there a minute; can't you see I'm all out of breath?" "Aye ban gude faller, den?" asked Ole, letting out another link of speed. "You are a" puff-puff "peach, Ole," gasped Bost. "I'll" puff-puff "never cuss you again. Please" puff-puff "stop!
One of the men frightened me by saying, 'By Gearge! I'll in with you into a gig, and off with you after that ther' faller. He pretended to mean it, and started up. I watched him without flinching. He remarked that if I 'had not cut my lucky from school, and tossed my cap for a free life, he was whatever may be expressed by a slap on the thigh.
"Don't yu care, Master Frankling," he said, with one of his transcontinental smiles. "Aye tak yust sum good care by her lak Aye ban her steddy faller." Phew! Ole took Miss Spencer to the party. There isn't a bit of doubt but that he took her in style. He put more care and exertion into the job than any of the rest of us and he got more impressive results. Ole has his ideas about dress.
But nearer at hand, beside the bank of the river where the bulk of the dam reared itself, a solitary light gleamed. "That's the watchman," McCrae whispered. "We're in luck, boys. He's on this side." "Say, Ay sneak up on dat faller," Oscar proposed. "Ay mek von yump so! and Ay gat him in de neck." He uttered a horrible sound, suggestive of death by strangulation.
"Vun faller shoot me on de head, but de bullet yump off sidevays. Ju bet MacNair, he gif dem haal!" At the mention of MacNair's name Chloe sprang to her feet and continued along the cordon. One end of the storehouse and half the roof was ablaze, while thick, heavy smoke curled from beneath the full length of the eaves and through the chinkings of the logs.
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