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Then, when Luke leaned forward, Racey did the same and possessed himself of the money-lender's ear by the simple method of gripping it tightly between fingers and thumb. "Lul-luke," resumed Racey, "Jack Harpe's offered us a job, too, an' we're gonna take him up instead of the Bar S. Huh-how's that?"
"An' that ain't all," Racey galloped on, one toe pressing Swing's instep. "I'm gonna tell him, Swing. He ain't no friend o' Jack Harpe's. If I tell you you won't tell nobody, Lul-Luke, wuh-will yuh?" Luke was understood to state that no clam could be tighter-mouthed.
But a fellow's got to look out for number one. I'd let him have it soon as I seen him. Right off the reel." "Would you?" "Surest thing you know. He's a bad actor, that fellow is." "If I went to the marshal " Dud's eye held derision. "What good'd that do? Simp ain't gonna draw cards till after some one's been gunned. He don't claim to be no mind-reader, Simp don't."
"What business is it of yores?" "What'll Nebraska say?" he proffered. "Nebraska hell!" she sneered. "Nebraska and me are through!" "I know you've split, but that ain't saying Nebraska will let you go with another gent." "I'll go with anybody I please, and neither Nebraska nor you nore any other damn man is gonna stop me. If you think different, try it, just try it! Thassall I ask.
A striped awning led from the curb up to a spreading gray stone house, from which issued the low drummy whine of expensive jazz. He recognized the Howard Tate house. "Sure," he said emphatically; "'at's it! Tate's party to-night. Sure, everybody's goin'." "Say," said the individual anxiously after another look at the awning, "you sure these people ain't gonna romp on me for comin' here?"
And Carpenter turned his dark eyes on me. "I observe that you have many kinds of mobs in your city," he remarked. "And the police do interfere with some of them." "My Gawd!" cried T-S. "You gonna have a lot o' bums jumpin' on people ven dey try to git to dinner?" Said Carpenter: "Mr. Rosythe said that the police would not work unless they were paid. May I ask, who pays them to work here?
Edd's going to call them with a caller made out of a turkey's wing-bone." And I said: "But they've gone now." Whereupon he subsided: "Darned old boots! I heard Edd and Uncle Rome. I'd been ready if I could have got into my darned old boots.... See here, Dad, I'm gonna wear moccasins."
Their pond guide took Boyd's station to the right, surveying the half-conscious man critically. "This hoorawin' around ain't gonna do that scalpin' job no good," he announced. "He can't ride far 'less he gits him a spell of rest an' maybe has a medicine man look at that knock " Croxton roused. "I stick an' I ride!" He even got a measure of firmness into his tone.
"Shucks, suppose now those handwritin' experts Judge Dolan got from Chicago hadn't been able to prove at the time that the forgery and the fifty or sixty copies of yore dad's name were written by the same hand, ink, and pen? Suppose now they hadn't? What then? Where'd you be, I'd like to know? Nawsir, you give them the credit. They deserve it. Well, I'm shore glad yo're all gonna be rich, Molly.
Besides, figuring out why the dog bit the bone wouldn't stop the biting. "What are you doing, girls?" Gabriele smiled at them and walked toward the stone. "Wer' gonna killem, Lady," said the eldest girl. "What per se are you hoping to rob of a life?" "Lady'speakin' Shakespeare," said the eldest.
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