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Your dad's heah an' he says breakfast is waitin'." Pan rose and stretched. His muscles ached as though he had been beaten. How bright the sun! Night was gone and with it something dreadful. "Pan, shore you're a tough lookin' cowboy this mawnin'," said Blinky. "Wash an' shave yourself like I did. Heah's my razor. There's a basin an' water up under the kitchen porch."
"Come right in, Miss Jinny, Done heerd de General speak of you often yas'm. De General'll be to home dis a'ternoon, suah. 'Twill do him good ter see you, Miss Jinny. He's been mighty lonesome. Walk right in, Cap'n, and make yo'selves at home. Lizbeth Lizbeth!" A yellow maid came running down the stairs. "Heah's Miss Jinny." "Lan' of goodness!" cried Lizbeth. "I knows Miss Jinny.
"This heah's Christmas Eve tomorrow's Christmas! Ain't had a chance to count up the days till now." "Sounds like we is gonna have us a present from the Yankees. Hear that, amigos?" Kirby rose in his stirrups, facing into the wind. They could hear it right enough, the sharp spatter of rifle and musket fire, the deeper sound of field guns.
While he was engaged in these speculations the door opened. "Heah's Miss Sally, Marse Ho'ace," said Sam. "Good morning, Sally," said Mr. Bentley, rising from the table with his customary courtesy, "I'm glad you came in. Let me introduce Mr. Hodder, of St. John's." Miss Grover had capability written all over her.
Then she gave an excited scream. "Heah they are!" she called. "I've found them! Heah's the twins, and all the Bobs!" "They're found!" called Joyce, running out on the porch and shouting the news until the searchers farthest from the house heard, and ran joyfully back. "They're found! Lloyd's found them!"
Heah's a sack fur the kittens, an' you kin put the pup undah this heah kittle; 'twon't smothah undah thar; an' 'twon't mek no diffruns ef it does." Every negro on the place, elated and excited by the romantic event of a runaway marriage, brought offerings.
"Howdy," was Blinky's greeting to the black bottle that was thumped upon the counter. "You look mighty natural ... heah's to Panhandle Smith!" Pan drank. The fiery liquor burned down to meet and coalesce round that gnawing knot in his internals. It augmented while it soothed. It burned as it cooled. It inflamed, but did not intoxicate.
Heah's Katie waitin'. Where'll we hab de table? Why don't you pay 'tention to Katie? Where's de table-cloff? Oh, oh, if she puts it down on dat twee-bench Wobin will eat it all up!" Joyce put out a warning hand again, and kept her eyes on Dalton's. "And so and so dear me! I'm all in a mix-up.
The youth with the water bag tried to speak, but at first words failed to come. The sight was too ghastly. "Heah's watah," he muttered finally. "Just just try and stand the pain fo' a little longah. I'll do all I can fo' yo'." He held the water bag at the swollen, blackened lips. Then he poured a generous portion of the contents over the shriveled eyes and skeletonlike face.
For in order to draw the gun that swung at his hip, Blacksnake would first have to drop his implement of torture. "Heah's wheah yo' get it!" snapped The Kid crisply. Blacksnake's eyes bulged with sudden, startled terror, for he had a glimpse of the shining blade for one brief instant. His whip hand moved toward the butt of his gun. But he was too late.
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