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The thick one stood squinting off at the distant mountain thoughtfully, then he turned and eyed Billy again. "How'm I gonta know you're efficient?" he challenged. "Guess you'c'n take me er leave me," came back the boy quickly. "Course if you've got plenty help " The man gave him a quick bitter glance. The kid was sharp. He knew there was no one else. Besides, how much had he overheard?
"Through revolver smoke and the rain pouring and next instant his face didn't look like anything much. That was a wicked old pine knot." "I'll say she was, boy! But about the razor?" Keddie kept on. Again Hiram could not answer. "Why, that's easy!" laughed Heine Schultz. "They was gonta give Jo a shave!" Jo and Hiram walked together behind the rest and talked as the party returned to the wagons.
He blamed the country for having no better trails, and the horse for not being able to find his way better. Mr. Tanner had gone to bed, but Mrs. Tanner bustled about and tried to comfort him. "Now that's too bad! Dearie me! Bud oughta hev gone with you, so he ought. Bud! Oh, Bud, you 'ain't gonta sleep yet, hev you? Wake up and come down and take this horse to the barn."
Then they got down to business. Demarest listened carefully to Jo's ideas, and as she concluded he drummed thoughtfully on his desk. "I think myself, Jo," he said presently, "that in winter you can grab off the money from any old automobile concern. But through the summer months they're gonta give you a nice little run for your money.
Now, how'm I gonta get rid of him this time? Gee! Just when Mark's gettin' well too! If life ain't just one thing after another!" It was a bright frosty morning in the edge of winter when at last they let Mark go to see the minister, and Billy took care that no hint of the Shafton car should reach his knowledge. Slowly, gravely he escorted Mark down the street and up the parsonage steps.
Then some guy is gonta wreck the machine. It's up to you and your men to hold the machine till I get the owner there. He don't know it's pinched yet, but I know where to find him, an' he'll have the license and can identify it. Where'll I find you? Station House? 'Conomy? Sure! I'll be there soon's I get'im. What's that? I? Oh, I'm just a kid that happened to get wise. My name? Oh rats!
And if they get freight there with less delay than you fail to avoid, and can do it for the same figure, they're gonta rampse you that's all. "Certain parties are lookin' into the matter already," he went on. "There's one fella here in Frisco that's got a fleet o' trucks fella named Albert Drummond. Shrewd customer, too. He was tryin' to make a dicker with us. But we'll make no deals.
It is not right, then, to condemn these modes of speech, and ridicule the poet for using them, as some have done; e.g. the elder Euclid, who said it was easy to make poetry if one were to be allowed to lengthen the words in the statement itself as much as one likes a procedure he caricatured by reading 'Epixarhon eidon Marathonade Badi gonta, and ouk han g' eramenos ton ekeinou helle boron as verses.
Tweet laughed and winked and became himself again. "Hiram, old boy," he confided, "I'm on the road to fortune. This is gonta be the biggest deal I ever tried to swing. And, by golly! I'm the little boy that c'n swing 'er!" "Tell us about it," pleaded Jerkline Jo. "Well, sir, Jo, I owe everything to you, and I'll prove I'm not the man to be slow in showin' my gratitude.
"If you'd just wanted to get your railroad trip out o' Frisco you'd not thought to pick out the jerkline job, when only two were wanted. Jerkline Jo is a woman, though." "Yeah?" returned Mr. Tweet, then said to the heartbroken Hiram: "You can't escape 'em, it seems, Hooker you big mountain of a lady killer! This is gonta be good. Send us to Jerkline Jo, old hoss!
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