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Havin' ways of eavesdroppin' that other people don't know on, I peeped into the cave here, and saw and heard how matters stood. Then I thought o' harkin' back on my tracks an' stoppin' the Flint wi' a bullet but I reflected `what good'll that do?
Do you reckon your good'll go when you die?" "But its opportunities to extend they will be stopped!" she cried. "Yours will be stopped!" The horses were in the circle now, and she implored even more frantically: "Run for it run!" "No! The biggest men in those covers," he pointed again to the shelves, "wouldn't be there today if they'd run!
Is dat you, Dick? Dat's wot comes ob dressin' on 'im up. How's he goin' to git clo'es? Wot's he got to do wid de 'Cad'my, anyhow? Wot am I to do, yer all alone, arter he's gone? Who's goin' to run err'nds an' do de choahs? Wot's de use ob bringin' up a boy an' den hab him go trapesin' off to de 'Cad'my? Wot good'll it do 'im?" "I tole yer so, Dab," groaned poor Dick. "It ain't no use.
"Be damned t' ye, Dick!" panted a hoarse voice. "'Eave, man 'eave her's a-laying across the trap push, damn ye " "Aye, Tom but her's got a knife!" panted a second voice. "Don't 'e forget 'er's got a knife!" "An' what good'll her knife be once we get our 'ands on 'er 'eave, I tell ye both together now!" "Bide a bit, Tom let's 'ave a light " "Light be damned 'eave, man!"
"Oh, I'm afraid he's hurting One-Eye awful! Oh, Barber'll kill him, Father! And what good'll that do us?" Thus implored, the priest took a swift survey of the hall. But, "Oh, don't go!" Cis begged. "And shut it! Shut it!" "Who's on top?" Johnnie wanted to know. "They're wrastlin'," announced the Father. "So don't be alarmed. And Mr. Gamboni's out there, and he'll not see bloodshed!"
"What's them fellows done for you that you protect them?" demanded the other. "What good'll it do you if we hang you and let them escape?" But Peter only screamed and wept the louder. "They'll have time to get out of town," persisted the other. "If you speak quick we can nab them all, and then I'll let you go.
"Here you are, in a snug home, where you might live in peace and keep respectable. But no, you must associate with low characters, and go to stripping yourself naked and jumping into a ring to get your nose blooded and your head swelled and your body hammered to a jelly; and all for what? Why, for a championship! It's ridiculous. What good'll it do you if you're champion?
He also was a thrall of woman, newly enrolled, and full of wonder. "What, Tom!" the farmer sang out as soon as he had opened the door; "there ye be! at yer Folly agin, are ye? What good'll them fashens do to you, I'd like t'know? Come, shut up, and go and see to Mr. Fev'rel's mare. He's al'ays at that ther' Folly now. I say there never were a better name for a book than that ther' Folly!
This was addressed to a boy who was employed at the hotel to go on errands and do odd jobs. "What's he done?" asked Sam. "I don't know; but he's either run off without paying his bill, or he's stolen something." "What good'll it do me to chase him?" asked Sam. "If he's cheated master, he'll pay you for catching the man." "That's so," thought Sam.
It was the most momentous day in his life. Should he spend his money in this way? Every dollar of it represented toil, long days of lonely plowing or dragging, long days under the burning harvest sun. It was all he had, all he had to show for his life. Was it right to spend it for schooling? "What good'll it do yeh?" Ike asked one day when Bradley was feeling out for a little helpful sympathy.
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