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"Wal, if you'll jest sot down an' make y'urself easy for 'bout three hours, 'til we puts the finishin' touches on this here dam, I shouldn't be none s'prised if we was able tew show you somethin' of a discovery ourselves," and Ham pointed to the now nearly completed dam.
He'd never run thet way if he had.... Jim, he's our meat!" "Shore, he'll have that knife," pondered Colter. "We needn't worry about thet," said the other, positively. "He's hard hit, I tell y'u. All we got to do is find thet bloody trail again an' stick to it goin' careful. He's layin' low like a crippled wolf." "Springer, I want the job of finishin' that half-breed," hissed Colter.
To school, or college? Didn't I hear that Christopher Mullet's daughter was at school in Bridgewater?" "Ugh!" grunted Shadrach again. "I cal'late you did hear. If you didn't you're the only one in town that ain't. Becky Mullet yes, and Chris, too ain't done anything but brag about their Irene's goin' off to what they call 'finishin' school. Judas! I see HER finish.
There wasn't no man I wouldn't of met fair and square with bare hands or with a gun. Maybe my hands was big, but they were fast on the draw. I've lived all my life with iron on the hip, and my six-gun has seven notches. "But McGurk downed me fair and square. There wasn't no murder. I was out for his hide, and he knew it. I done the provokin', an' he jest done the finishin', that was all.
Then looking around the room at the piles of ironed clothes, he added: "You sutny is a indust'ious ooman." "I was des 'bout finishin' up some i'onin' I had fu' de white folks," smiled Sister Griggs, taking down her ironing-board and resting it in the corner.
"No, chillen, I've no objection to finishin' my story, but I ain't made up my mind to leave the place till Marse Robert gits back." "You were telling us about Marse Robert's mother. How did you get along after she died?" "Arter she war gone, ole Marster's folks come to look arter things. But eberything war lef' to Marse Robert, an' he wouldn't do widout me. Dat chile war allers at my heels.
Ye wad hae us tak her in for a whilie, till she luiks up a bit, puir thing? Hoo auld may she be?" "She can hardly be mair nor twenty, or aboot that sic like as your ain bonnie lassie would hae been by this time, gien she had ripent here i'stead o' gaein awa to the gran' finishin schuil o' the just made perfec. Weel min' I her bonny face! And, 'deed, this ane's no' that unlike yer ain Isy!
"When you calculatin' to finish?" asked Andy. "Well, I was thinkin' of finishin' to-night." Andy's gaze sought the sun. Uncle William took up another brick. Andy seated himself on a rock. He had done a good day's work. His conscience was clear; and then William worked better when Andy was around, and Andy took pride in it. "Where'd you get your bricks?" he asked.
His welcomin' hand dropped weakly by his side, and bein' dretful confused and by the side of himself, he sez: "I hain't seen you before sence you you " "Deserted from the army," sez she, finishin' the sentence for him.
Enright an' the Stranglers would have turned the trick in twenty minutes an' never left the New York Store ontil with Silver Phil an' a lariat they reepairs to the windmill to put the finishin' touches on their lucoobrations.
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