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"It's a problem for one o' them smart detecatifs ye read abeout in the magazines one o' them like they have in stories. I read abeout one of 'em in a story. Yeou leave him smell the puffumery on a gal's handkerchief and he'll tell right away whether she was a blonde or a brunette, an' what size glove she wore! Haw! haw! haw! "This ain't no laughing matter, Walky," Mr.
If I don't git there by to-morrow noon, it's no good." She would not answer. He was asking more than he knew. Why should she be sacrificed? Was it her duty to pay the "little gal's debt," to save the man at Bindon? To-morrow was to be the great day in her own life. The one man in all the world was coming to marry her to-morrow.
"You said I was 'mazed to dinner, an' so I was. I've gotten bad news for 'e, Michael, touchin' Joan." "No more o' that, mother," he answered, "I've talked wi' she an' said a word in season. She'm well in body an' be gwaine to turn a new leaf, so theer's an end o' the matter." "'Tedn' so," she declared, "I've bin in the gal's room an' I've found but you bide here an' I'll bring 'em to 'e.
Then in a rapid, professional monotone: "Ladies-and-gentlemen with your kind permission I will endeavor to give you an imitation of a Carolina coon song" and without more ado, singing the words to a rattling, catchy accompaniment, swung off into "F or MY gal's a high-born leddy, SHE'S brack, but not too shady."
There was a moment's silence in the room as the men, each busy with his own thoughts, puffed steadily. Then Big Jerry carefully knocked the ashes from his pipe and remarked, "Hit haint no fault er yourn, stranger; but I haint altergether pleased at ther thoughts yo'r comin' hes placed in my leetle gal's head.
Gledware's coming on to witness to it. Willock will claim he done the deed to save Gledware's life his and his little gal's. But Gledware will show it was otherwise. Red told me all about it. Brick's a murderer, and worst of all, he's a murderer without an amnesty that's the only difference between him and Red. Well, old tap, I took my oath to do my duty. You know what that signifies."
De ole gal's gittin' dead on, an' says if de gemmen are such big-bugs dey better settle; but I gin' her a great song an' dance, an' squeared her up." We asked if he had any idea she would stand another deal of that kind. "Yer can bet I'll fix 'er," he replied.
Simon repeated, in accents of incredulity. "Me savvy 'Clyde. Him big man-horse hyas skookum man-horse. Him mammook plow, mammook haul wagon!" "You hyas damfool Injun!" said his host politely. "Missee Clyde Chlistian gal's name, catchum in Chlistian Bible; all same Swede Annie, all same Spokane Sue, all same Po'tland Lily." Simon digested this information with preternatural gravity.
Now I can't stan' here foolin' no longer; you'd better be gittin' right along home, an' don't you break this other gal's neck with that old stepper you've got out there." Madelon Hautville said not another word. She went out of the jail quickly, and she and Dorothy were soon in the sleigh and flying down the road.
Charlie Tagg went to 'im because he was the only man 'e could trust, and for over arf an hour he was telling Jack Bates all 'is troubles, and at last, as a great favour, he let 'im see the Sydney gal's photygraph, and told him that all that pore gal's future 'appiness depended upon 'im.
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