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Updated: June 18, 2025
Then his gaze drifted to the ground. "'Mornin', Sun! Seen anybody 'round here this mornin'?" "Mornin', fellas. Nope. Just me and Chance." The men hesitated, eyeing Sundown suspiciously. Corliss stepped toward the ranch-house. "Guess we'll look in," he said, and stepped past Shoop. Sundown had closed the door of the bedroom.
No ma'am I don't want nothin' fer myself. I just want to go back to the old farm with a clean conscience. What? Oh, yes, I want the money right away, that is before mornin'. If we can't get him out before mornin' it ain't no use, fer the other fellas is comin' back an' move him an' we can't do nothin'? What? Where is he?
They debated this point for several minutes. Rose was all for getting his hands on a bottle now and tucking it under his coat before anyone came into the room. Key, however, advocated caution. He was afraid he might get his brother in trouble. If they waited till some of the bottles were opened it'd be all right to take one, and everybody'd think it was one of the college fellas.
Hell of a life I say when a fella has to sneak around to eat a bit of food.” That second afternoon, Kelly stopped in the middle of a gulp of coffee. “Say, w'at t' hell's a girl like you workin' for, anyhow? Say, don't you know you could get married easy as—my Gawd! too easy. Say, you could pick up with one of these waiters just like that! They're good steady fellas, make decent pay.
I gotta date with the fellas!" She had ceased to argue. She merely looked distressed. It seemed a part of his masculinity that was inevitable. At the door he was visited with an unusual thoughtfulness. He stuck his head back in the room to say: "Oh, yes, Saxy, I might not be home till morning. I might stay all night some place."
Every night, every single night, he must find some countryman and play around a little bit before going to bed. “These fellas who work and work all day, and then eat some dinner, and then go home and sit around and go to bed.” No, Victor preferred death to such stagnation. Anything, so long as it was something. Victor was a union man. Oh, sure.
The other fellas thought him the best of the best. He was what my father used to call 'a wide man. He was in and out of a fight with a quirk at the corner of his mouth, as much as to say, 'I've got the hang of this, and it's different from what I thought; but that doesn't mean it hasn't got to be done, and done in style.
"People who stick at home, and are patient, and put up with things, they're doomed. But look at the fellas that come out o' starvin' attics and stinkin' pigsties to America. They live like lords, and they look at life like men." Mac was saying a great deal about the Ice Age and the first and second periods of glaciation, but nobody could hear what. "Prince Nicholas? Well, I should smile.
"We're goin' out there," croaked Filer, a trembling finger pointing toward the fragrant desert. "It's spring, Baby Jean and now's the time to hunt for gold, when there's lots o' feed for the little fellas." "Gold!" cried Jo. "Why, man, you've so much money coming to you that you can't spend it in the rest of your natural life." "Money?" he said absently. "Yes you've done me han'some, Baby Jean.
They thought I was some kind of heathen god! Hanuman, somebody told me. The Hindu monkey-god!" He raged. "And those two big apes think it's funny! Joe, I never knew I knew all the words for the cussings I gave those heathen before our fellas found me! And Haney and the Chief will drive me crazy if I can't slap 'em down! Powder metallurgy does the trick, from what you told me. That's okay, then."
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