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Dey keep on talkin', dey did, twel bimeby dey gotter 'sputin' 'bout w'ich wuz de swif'es'. Brer Rabbit, he say he kin outrun Brer Tarrypin, en Brer Tarrypin, he des vow dat he kin outrun Brer Rabbit. Up en down dey had it, twel fus news you know Brer Tarrypin say he got a fifty-dollar bill in de chink er de chimbly at home, en dat bill done tole 'im dat he could beat Brer Rabbit in a fa'r race.
They gathered in a little knot, waiting for the boy, not speaking; and when he halted in their midst he fluttered down the handkerchief to Gardley. "It's hers, all right. Gotter name all written out on the edge!" he declared, radiantly. The sky grew brighter to them all now. Eagerly Gardley sprang into his saddle, no longer weary, but alert and eager for the trail.
Jack obeyed by stepping into the next room, though he kept watch over the dogs out of the corners of his eyes. “Now, yo’ lie right down on de flo’, Marse Benson,” commanded the master of the situation. “Ah’s gotter tie yo’ up, befo’ Ah can staht yo’ back ter ’Napolis, but dere ain’ no hahm gwine come ter yo’.”
Wilson listened in some surprise at this unexpected turn in the attitude of his friend, but he could not doubt the man's sincerity. He extended his hand at once, responding heartily, "I'm with you. We ought to be able to help." "You've gotter work a little longer in the dark, m' boy, 'cause it isn't for me to tell another man's business.
Have you gotter red handkerchief, Mother?" "No, dear." "Have you Ethel?" "All right," said William aggrievedly. "You needn't get mad, need you? I'm only askin' for a red handkerchief. I don't want a red handkerchief off you if you haven't got it, do I?" "William, go away and shut the door." William obeyed. Peace reigned throughout the house and garden for the next half-hour. Then Mrs.
"It's a simple proposition; does ye want ter gamble on losin' both chances fer th' sake of savin' a week, or does yer wanter make sure of one fer the double treasure gold and girl?" "I'd give every penny of the treasure to get the girl in my grip once again." "Ye've gotter git yer treasure fust afore ye can even do thet." "I know it. I'm powerless as things are.
We couldn't no mo' git erlong 'dout Miss Lady now, 'n we could 'dout me, er the Cunnel. But, law! it don't make no diff'ence to Cunnel Blount who's heah or who ain't heah, he jest gotter hunt b'ah. You come 'long wid me, I could show you b'ah hides up stairs, b'ah hides on de roof, b'ah hides on de sheds, b'ah hides on de barn, and a tame b'ah hitched to the cotton-gin ovah thah."
But all dis time de fuss wuz gwine on, en Mars Jeems, he wuz des eatchin' fer ter put in. Ole Miss en Miss Sally, dey tuck on so he didn't git off de fus' year, but bimeby news come down dat times wuz gittin' putty hot, en Mars Jeems he got up, he did, en say he gotter go, en go he did. He got a overseer fer ter look atter de place, en he went en jined de army.
As for the Pony Express ridin', I will even take on the job myself for a spell, until you're better. Does that comfort you any?" Thurston shook his head and smiled. "You couldn't do it," he said. "You, a English gentleman a titled lord, I'm told. You couldn't do it. You gotter be some horseman 'fore you kin ride in the Pony Express. You gotter be brought up to it. 'Tain't no fancy amatoor job."
I'm wantin' to understand your position and your character." Nick stared at him, but could not bear for long the searching expression in Kiddie's clear eyes. He lowered his own. "Thar's no bluffing a player like you, Kiddie," he said. "You've called my hand. I gotter show up. You's correct. Thar was sure another plan.
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