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He had one that hung down like a dewlap." "Phony!" "I've killed men for less," muttered the stoop-shouldered man. "Did you see his legs?" Fresno was bent upon convincing his hearers. "Couldn't help but see 'em in that runnin'-suit." "Nice and soft and white, weren't they?" "They didn't look like dark meat," Stover agreed, reluctantly. "But you can't go nothin' on the looks of a feller's legs."
Are you ashamed of me?" "I? Ashamed of you? You're joking!" "No, I'm serious. Understand now, I'm not apologizin'. My ways are my ways, and I think they're just as good as the next feller's, whether he's from South Denboro or well, Broad Street. I've got a habit of thinkin' for myself and actin' for myself, and when I take off my hat it's to a bigger man than I am and not to a more stylish hat.
I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Cameron, smiling pleasantly. "Say, Sam, don't get mad, Sam," interposed Haley. "This young feller's a friend o' Tim's. I'll git another bottle a' right. I've got the stuff right here." He pulled out his roll of bills. "And lots more where this comes from." "Let me have that, Mr. Haley, I'll get the bottle for you," said Cameron, reaching out for the bills.
"Yes, I expect that woman she'd 'a' worked me purty hard she had a drivin' eye. But a feller's got one consolation in a case where his woman ribs him a little too hard; the road's always open for him to leave, and a woman's nearly always as glad to see a man go as he is to git away." "There's no reason why it shouldn't work both ways.
"I dunno who the feller is, or how much money he gin Joe in the fust place to help pay for the fiddle some, of course. But if Joe paid Hopewell a hundred dollars for the thing you kin jest bet he 'spected to git ha'f as much ag'in for it. "But I reckon the feller's reneged or suthin'. Joe ain't happy about it he! he!
Folly and nonsense, Happy! That's the kind of thing I used to think when I was a boy. But now pshaw!" Joe broke off with a tired laugh. "Tell them not to waste their time. Are you going out to the Beach this afternoon?" The little man lowered his eyes moodily. "I'll be near there," he said, scraping his patched shoe up and down the curbstone. "That feller's in town agin." "What fellow?"
I said to Lincoln, who had reloaded his gun, and stood eyeing the Mexican, apparently calculating the distance. "I'm feerd, Cap'n, he's too fur. I'd guv a half-year's sodger-pay for a crack out o' the major's Dutch gun. We can lose nothin' in tryin'. Murter, will yer stan' afore me? Thar ain't no kiver, an' the feller's watchin'. He'll dodge like a duck if he sees me takin' sight on 'im."
You kin see their shots strikin' down the hill there, and everywhere, where they ain't doin' nothin'. But that feller's out for business. I've bin tryin' to locate him. He's somewhere closter than any o' the others. Their bullets don't quite reach, while his goes home every time. See there." The off-swing mule dropped this time.
I've been the professor's assistant for years. He's he's like a father to me." Several of the other men had gathered around the car and were listening. "That's right, Joe," said a man on the outside of the group. "This feller's okay. And that's Logan's daughter, all right. They ain't done nothing." "When was the last time you saw the cadets?" demanded the man called Joe.
An' I'm afraid ye'll never be much credit to the church, 'cause a feller's got to be a man before he can be much of a Christian. Pieces of men like you don't count much on either side; they just sort o' fill in. But what ye want to do is to quit tryin' so blamed hard to be respectable and be decent. Now run on home to yer maw and don't tell nobody where ye've been to-night. Mr.
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