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You can't square up by heavin' your load offn your own shoulders onto another fella's. You think you feel light coz you done your dooty, when ten to one you done your friend. No! I wouldn't advise turnin' state's everdence on yourself unless it was to save another from the gallus.
Burlingame, y'r anner, the minute I first saw him, sez I, 'Askatoon's no safe place for me. Whin wan like that gits a footin' in a place, the locks can't be too manny to shut ye in whin ye want to sleep at night. That fella's got no pedigree, and if it wouldn't hurt some dacent woman, maybe, I'd say he was misbegotten.
When I was talkin' about Sterling so free and easy, and your maw mighty near ketched me that time, my arm was itchin' like hell-fire, and I dassen scratch it. I never knowed a fella's conscience could get to workin' around his system like that. Now, if it was my laig, I could 'a' scratched it with my other foot under the table.
"A fella's got to know how to handle 'em," he told the immediate vicinity. And because Pete knew something about "handlin' 'em," he did not at once go for the horse, but stood staring after the Mexican, who had paused to glance back. Pete waved his hand in a gesture which meant, "Keep goin'." The Mexican youth kept going.
'Hah d' ye do? said the Pyford. 'Chairmed, minced Madame Carlotti. 'Lucia, take this chair by the fire. You must be frozen. 'Ah, grazie, Sybil. What a perfectly meeserable climate you have in this London! 'Just what I tha-a-y, bleated Mr. Pyford, sinking into his chair in an apparently boneless heap. 'The other night, at a fella's thupper-party, I'
Why, already they're houndin' me down there to go into politics. I guess they want to get me out of this job, 'cause I can't hear crooked money jingle. My hands feels sticky ever' time I think of politics. And even if a fella's hands ain't sticky politics money is. Why, it's like to stick to his feet if he ain't right careful where he walks!" "I wish you would stay to dinner, Mr. Shoop."
It was a quiet that penetrated, that pricked to vague alarm. Already both knew the sting of it well. "It's the kind of thing that gets on a fella's nerves," said the Colonel. "I don't know as I ever felt helpless in any part of the world before. But a man counts for precious little up here. Do you notice how you come to listen to the silence?" "Oh, yes, I've noticed." "Stop."
I pulled out this here watch, and I says to myself: 'Bud, it was clost around twelve o'clock by a young fella's watch onct when he was filled up on liquor and rampin' round town when he ought to been to work. And it was the ole foreman's gal that begged that boy's job back for him, askin' her daddy to give him another chanct. And the boy he come through all right. I know for I owned the watch.
"One of the many great advantages of Minóok is that it's the nearest place on the river where they've struck pay dirt." says the General. "And another great advantage is that it's on the American side of the line." "What advantage is that?" Mac grated out. "Just the advantage of not having all your hard earnings taken away by an iniquitous tax." "Look out! this fella's a Britisher "
Shoop studied the letter. He had a vague recollection of having heard of the writer. The request was legitimate. There was no reason for not granting it. Shoop called in his stenographer. "Ever read any of that fella's books?" "Who? Bronson? Yes. He writes bang-up Western stories." "He does, eh? Well, you get hold of one of them stories. I want to read it.
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