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I got shoes, a'ready these here'n; but this ole gingham's the onlies' dress I got, an' hit's a sorry lookin' thing! Mr. Bowser sez ef I don't hanker arter shoes I don't hev ter hev 'em; he sez his store'll leave me take their wu'th outen sumthin' else. I reckon hit'll be all right ter the trustee!" "What trustee do you mean?" Jane asked.
"He's been owin' me a little sum for a spell, an' we'll ask him to come across for two!" "Aw, hell," Tusk turned with an air of disgust, "that ain't him. This here'n ain't got no money what I'm talkin' 'bout. I don't mean the railroad feller!" "That's so; I did hear tell as how another feller was over there!" "Well, I'd sort of reckon," Tusk growled. "An' what's moh, he's a Dawson!
He was settin' on a big bald-faced roan, an' he had a serious look on his face. "Well, I wondered if you was goin' to let me go away without sayin' good-bye," sez I, tryin' to talk light an' easy. "I'd be apt to," sez he. "Why, I've been peacefuller since you been here'n ever I was in my life before, an' it ain't likely I'd let you scoot out an' leave me. I'm goin' along."
That 'are thing has been tried and tried and tried, but no man nor mother's son on 'em ever got a cent that dug. 'Twas tried here'n Oldtown; and they come pretty nigh gettin' on't, but it gin 'em the slip. Ye see, boys, it's the Devil's money, and he holds a pretty tight grip on't." "Well, how was it about digging for it? Tell us, did you do it? Were you there? Did you see it?
It's enough to make the Elder rise up afore ye, to hear ye say sech a thing, Eben Hill; 'n' ef 'twan't jest the funeral that 'tis, I b'leeve I'd thrash ye right an' left, here'n sight o' yer own mother's tombstone, ye miserable, sneakin' fool.
"You've worked yourself out of a job. They won't no more need a marshal here'n they will a fish net." Morgan shook his head, got out his pipe, struck a match on the bleached forehead of a buffalo skull in Joe's wagon. "No. I'm leaving town in a week or two when I make sure it is dead, that they'll never come back and start the games again." "They never will," said Joe, shaking a positive head.
This cold snap will soon be over and I can show you no end of land worth a gold mine any time you are ready. But make it soon. Land's goin' faster here'n you Delaware fellers think, and" in a lower voice "Doc Carey's drivin' over it all the time, and that Jew of a Jacobs ain't in business here on account of no lung trouble, and his hatred of saloons is somethin' pisen."
"Why," said Toddie, "Bliaff was a brate bid man, an' Dave was brate little man, an' Bliaff said, 'Come over here'n an' I'll eat you up, an' Dave said, 'I ain't fyaid of you. So Dave put five little stones in a sling an' asked de Lord to help him, an' let ze sling go bang into bequeen Bliaff's eyes an' knocked him down dead, an' Dave took Bliaff's sword an' sworded Bliaff's head off, an' made it all bluggy, an' Bliaff runned away."
She told Anderson's and Anderson's handed it on to us to call her up any hour of the day 'r night when they found him. You go get her on the wire and t'll her t' come right up here'n a taxi and identify him." The genius paused at the door. "Whom shall I ask for?" "Mrs. Crocker," snapped Miss Trimble. "Siz Bingley Crocker. Tell her we've found th' guy she's been looking for!"
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