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"I'd no notion you were such a sucker. You can bet," he said darkly, "those fellas aren't making a bad thing out of that 'Holy Cross business, as you call it." "I didn't mean business in that sense." "What else could they do if they didn't do this?" "Ask the same of any parson." But the Colonel didn't care to.
Perhaps it was one of Mark's weaknesses. It was up to him. That was the code of a "white man" as Billy had learned it from "the fellas." But this was a different matter. This involved Mark's honor. It was up to him to find Mark! Billy did not take the High road down from his detour.
"It's when the signs ain't good," Kirby observed, "that fellas lean on their hardware twice as hard. Heard tell of gunfighters knotchin' their irons for each man they take in a shootout. Me, I'm kinda workin' the same idea for battles. An' I have me a pretty good tally Shiloh, Lebanon, Chickamauga, Cynthiana twice, Harrisburg, an' a mixed herd o' little ones.
Well, as I was saying, we got those poor fellas there, all as naked as Adam, an' we was helpin' them all we could some of us wringin' out their underlinen an' spreading it to dry, others collectin' their hats, an' tryin' which fitted which, an' others even dredgin' the pool for their handbags an' spectacles an' other small articles, an' in the middle of it someone started to laugh.
Maybe this fella you're talkin' about doesn't want to see you." "Oh, he wants to see me all right." "Anyways, how could I find him in all that crowd?" "Oh, he'll be there," she asserted confidently. "You just ask anybody for Gordon Sterrett and they'll point him out to you. They all know each other, those fellas." She produced a mesh bag, and taking out a dollar bill handed it to George.
But you will go off of the trail to kill a rattler, a side-winder, because he's able to kill you if he takes a notion. Correct. Now a tenderfoot totin' a gun is dangerouser than any rattler that ever hugged hisself to sleep in the sun and most fellas travelin' the desert knows it. Why, I'm plumb scared of a gun-totin' tenderfoot, myself.
Astro shook his head slowly. "Honestly, fellas, I don't know whether to hope he did or didn't." Their tour completed, the three cadets returned to the Polaris. They quickly audioscribed their report to Vidac and then hurried to the observatory to find Jeff Marshall.
"Yes, yes, Mac, and the hares got white, and the men, playin' a losin' game for centuries, got dull in their heads and stunted in their legs always cramped up in a kaiak like those fellas at St. Michael's. And, why, it's clear as crystal they're survivals! The Esquimaux are the oldest race in the world." "Who's makin' this speech?" "Order!" "Order!" "Well, see here: do you admit it, Mac?
It seems funny you being right there all this time and I've travelled from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Everybody treats me swell. You ought to seen some of those California houses. They make Hatton's place look sick." The girls, Cora and Tess and the rest, laughed and joked among themselves and assured one another, with a toss of the head, that they could have a good time without the fellas.
"It makes a guy feel happy when a bunch of strangers does him a good turn. You see I ain't got the chanct to get a job, like you fellas, me bein' a Bo. I had a pal onct but He crossed over. He was the only one that ever done me a good turn without my askin'. He was a college guy. I wisht he was here so he could say thanks to you fellas classy-like.
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