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Jake's in the natur' of a blind mule. What I sez is, watch him. Don't look east when he's west. Say," he went on, in a tone of disgust, "you Noo Yorkers make me sick. Ther' ain't nothin' ter hittin' a feller an' makin' him sore. It on'y gives him time to git mad. A gun's handy an' sudden. On'y you need a goodish bore ef you're goin' ter perf'rate the hide of a guy like Jake.
"A week!" sez I; "Josiah Allen, where is your conscience? if you have got a conscience." "In the same old place," sez he, kinder hittin' himself in the pit of his stomach. "Wall, I should think as much," sez I. And Lodema sez, sez she: "A man that won't tell things is of all creeters that walks the earth the most disagreeable.
He was keen, cynical, and jealous of the power and authority of Antrim. He grinned at Warden, who was standing near, also watching Moreton. The grin was crooked, expressing reluctance. "Well the Law is hittin' the breeze, an' I reckon, accordin' to orders, we'll be hittin' it, too." He left Warden and walked to the bar, where he spoke lowly to several men.
Hoss, I don't know when we're goin' to drink again. I didn't figure on hittin' a desert up here." He rode on at a brisk jog, down and down the winding trail. Then it led across a number of the round, low hills, ever westward. As the afternoon wore on, more green brightened the landscape and patches of grass appeared.
Well, miss, in a few minutes they was all out i' the boat wi' th' waves tossin' 'em an' I stood watchin' with you i' my arms, cryin' and kickin' out wi' your little legs, an' hittin' of me wi' your little 'ands, same as if ye knowed summat o' what was agate, poor lamb, an' was angry wi' me for keepin' ye.
"He 's only tryin' to see how close he can come to us without hittin' us." Joe nodded, and stared with wide eyes at the thrilling sight.
"I'd shore look nice hittin' th' trail because Manuel Somebody wants to get hurt, wouldn't I? Don't yu remember how I used to shinny up this here wall an' skin th' cat gettin' through that hole up there what yu said was a window? Ah, come on an' open th' door I'd shore like to see yu again!" pleaded the irrepressible. "No! no! Go away. Oh, won't you please go away!"
When Mrs. Van's eyes twinkled you forgot that her face was hard. "My, but they're hittin' it up on Broadway about this time! Let's see it'll be about eleven the theatres just lettin' out, crowds going up and down and pouring into restaurants. Say, ain't it queer the difference in people's lives?
But he was full o' queer notions: he would load his gun with the ramrod in the riglar way, instead o' doin' as we do, tumblin' in a drop powder, spittin' a ball out your mouth down the muzzle, and hittin' the stock on the pommel of the saddle to send it home.
And I shud like to stick a Lucifer in his rick some dry windy night." Speed-the-Plough screwed up an eye villainously. "He wants hittin' in the wind, jest where the pocket is, master, do Varmer Blaize, and he'll cry out 'O Lor'! Varmer Blaize will. You won't get the better o' Varmer Blaize by no means, as I makes out, if ye doan't hit into him jest there."
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