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"He's the best reddy on the border, an' has saved me scores of times. This fellar Zane belongs to him, an' while I'd much rather see the scout knifed right here an' now, I won't do nothin' to interfere with the Shawnee's plans." "Why does the redskin want to take him away to his village?" Brandt growled. "All Injun vanity and pride." "It's Injun ways, an' we can't do nothin' to change 'em."
Thet fellar is more liable to stop lead than anythin' else." His words, meant to be kind and reassuring, were almost as sinister to Helen as the menace to her own life. Long had she known how cheap life was held in the West, but she had only known it abstractly, and she had never let the fact remain before her consciousness. This cheerful young man spoke calmly of spilling blood in her behalf.
Almost at the same moment the wood-cutter who had gone out to attend to the stock appeared at the door of the stable and called out to Rodney: "Say, you Louisanner fellar, where's your critter?" And then he stopped and looked at Nels. "Do you say the prisoner has lit out?" he shouted. "Then he's done took another hoss to holp him on his way."
I got talking to a fellar, and he told me that if I would go over with him on the ship that he would buy all my critters; so I asked pap if I might go, and he said yes; but I'm kinder sorry I went now, for I got lost from that fellar and never laid eyes on him after we got over thar.
Jim Spriggins goes without any coaxin' and if it w'ant that I can't get away from Melindy I'd go too." "Your brother volunteered, I suppose," ventured Mrs. Arnold, with an air of interest. "Indeed he did, ma'am, he and another fellar from the Crossin', and I brought 'em down." Mr.
It's a pity that chap shot him, 'cause they were both running away." "I know that," replied Ned, "and I'm awfully sorry it happened. It was a mean, contemptible trick under the circumstances. But what had we better do now?" "Well, I reckon it would be better to pack up and start," advised Batters. "You see Bug and the other fellar have a camp about two mile down the creek.
Verne heard you Moses, it would be the last time you'd poke your nose in there, I can tell ye Mister Mosey." "Well, now see here, Melindy. I see town is makin' you too toney, what's the use of cuttin' a fellar up so when he makes a little mistake?" "Well, say Sunnybank, and I won't be findin' any more fault." "Well, Sunnybank! Aint that right Melindy?"
Smith?" asked Pan. "I am thet air, young fellar." "Can I see you a moment, on business?" "Come right in." He ushered Pan into his office and shut the door. "My name's Smith," began Pan hurriedly. "I'm hunting for my dad... Bill Smith. Do you know him if he's in Marco?" "Bill Smith's cowboy! Wal, put her thar," burst out the other, heartily, shoving out a big hand.
Richard struck the box out of the hand that proffered it and fell heaped up into a chair beside the table. "No pleasure to us you stay awake, eh, Laurence, eh?" "'Course not. Now don't look at me like that, old fellar, I was thundering decent to you when first you arrived. Barring smoke, literature and alcohol it was a home from home. It's your own pigeon things have got a bit tight.
"You were very kind to be an exception," murmured Carley. "You look out fer Tom Hutter, an' I reckon Flo ain't so darn above layin' traps fer you. 'Specially as she's sweet on your beau. I seen them together a lot." "Yes?" interrogated Carley, encouragingly. "Kilbourne is the best fellar thet ever happened along Oak Creek. I helped him build his cabin. We've hunted some together.
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