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An' as for yours why, Anson, it wouldn't hold water against one real gun-slinger." "A-huh' Then if we ran up ag'in' Carmichael or some such fellar would you be suckin' your finger like a baby?" "Wal, I wasn't takin' count of myself. I was takin' generalities." "Aw, what 'n hell are them?" asked Anson, disgustedly. "Jim, I know as well as you thet this hyar gang is hard put.
Like Miller, who fooled us all, even Betty, when he stole our powder and then sold us to Girty," rejoined Colonel Zane grimly. "Exactly, only this fellar is slicker an' more desperate than Miller." "Right you are, Jack, for the man who is trusted and betrays us, must be desperate. Does he realize what he'll get if we ever find out, or is he underrating us?"
"Lookin' fer a right smart fight, I reckon," he said, a trifle uneasily. "Believe me, yer ain't goin' ter find thet fellar no spring chicken. He 's some on ther gun play." "I hope he knows enough to quit when he 's cornered," returned the other pleasantly, sweeping his eyes to the opening in the hills, "for I 'm aiming to take him back to Kansas alive." "The hell ye are!"
This nice-looking chap he bet him, and he win $500. Wall, I just planked down my money, and the fellar win it; but he gave me the tickets for a dram, and I'm goin' to take 'em out what pap lives but I won't tell pap I lost anything, fur he don't know how much I got fur my farm." My friend said, "Why, Devol, he has been playing three-card monte."
I wasn't to blame... Maybe we can keep it from mother and Lucy." Pan did not start back to camp until after nightfall, when he heard Blinky call. "Say, you make a fellar nervous," declared Blinky, in relief, as Pan approached the bright campfire. "Wal, did you take a peep at 'em?" "Yes. It's sure a roundup," replied Pan. "I'd say between fifteen and sixteen hundred head."
"Ought he not to get off easier dan dat dam skunk, dat Hunston fellar?" "Yes, but you wouldn't recommend joking with him as we do with Mr. Mole?" "No. I'd let it be no joke, Massa Jack; I'd just frighten him out of his darned skin, dat's all." Harry Girdwood was taken into their confidence, and a fine plot was agreed upon. The only difficulty was the sailor nurse. Joe Basalt was on guard again.
Just remember, young fellar, it's an honour to speak to the chief." "Oh, is it?" said George, tired of the man's patronage. "Well, if you'll lead the way, I shall be obliged, for it is no honour to speak to you." Muttering something derogatory to Helmar's nationality, the man led the way into the house. In a few minutes Helmar stood in front of the Colonel in charge.
Offered me big wages to kill off the wolves an' lions." "That's the job I'm goin' to take." "Good!" exclaimed Lewis. "I'm sure glad. Belllounds is a nice fellar. I felt sort of cheap till I told him I wasn't really a hunter. You see, I'm prospectin' up here, an' pretendin' to be a hunter." "What do you make that bluff for?" queried Wade. "You couldn't fool any one who'd ever prospected for gold.
Moreover, I will batter your skull with my club, till it is like the soft pulp of the bread-fruit." "You're a cute fellar, as the Yankees say," remarked Jarwin, with a slight smile. This being said in English, the Chief took no notice of it, but glanced at his slave suspiciously.
"Endin', did you say, mother' Wal, that's very encouragin', to be a-talkin' about endin' when a fellar feels like livin' till he has to be killed off," and Moses' big blue eyes glistened like two big china marbles. "Now, Moses, if you are a-goin' to be married, you needn't be a-losin' of every speck of sense. It's enough for a bit of a boy to be a-makin' of sich light speeches." Mrs.
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