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Outside Pete asked Brevoort if he had not "jest about made a present of fifty to that Mex." "Not any. He figures he'll get his share of it when we git to hittin' the high-spots which we don't aim to hit, this journey. That Mexican sure thinks he's got all the money we own except what's on us right now. So he won't ever think of goin' through our stuff upstairs.
"Then," said Deveny, "according to what you say, Harlan will come here as soon as Morgan dies. And when you left there Morgan was in a bad way. Harlan is due most any time, then." "That's the way I figger," agreed Laskar. And now Laskar fidgeted. "I aim to be hittin' the breeze now before Harlan hits town. This climate is gettin' unhealthy for me. Harlan give me notice." "To leave town?"
After that they rode on in silence. When they came in sight of the Hazelton cabin Norton reined in his pony and sat motionless in the saddle, grinning at Hollis. "You run along now," he advised. "I'll be hittin' her off toward the Dry Bottom trail for the rest of the way I sorta like that trail better anyway." He urged his pony off at a tangent and Hollis continued on his way.
He'd a better have hit a feller who hadn't my memory. I've never forgiven that hit, and I never will. That's why I'm hittin' him now. It's just my turn; that's all." "Your turn! YOUR turn! And what do you think has given YOU an opportunity to turn on HIM?" "I'm not in the talkin' mood just now," the fellow drawled, frankly insolent, not only in his tone but in his bearing to all present.
"Hittin' 'm for a job?" Edna nodded carelessly, though inwardly anxious and cudgelling her brains for something to turn the conversation. "What'd he say?" "That eighteen other girls had already been there that week." "Gave you the icy mit, eh?" The moon-faced young man laughed and slapped his thighs. "You see, we're kind of suspicious.
Dad always nails folks never misses hittin' 'em on the head, either," he added, in reckless triumph, confident that there was nothing "dad" could not do. The boy on the grass sat up and stared; then he lay back and gave a hoarse laugh a long, chuckling laugh that brought the frown back to Jim's face. "Well, what you laughin' at?" demanded Jim sharply.
"Do you want to complain, woman?" asked the magistrate. "Complain, why yer honor, dis cop is lyin' like a house afire. Dis is me gent' friend, an' I got me face hoit by dis cop hittin' me when he butted into our conversation. Dis cop assaulted us both, yer honor." "That'll do. Shut up. You know what this is, don't you, Burke? The same old story.
"Gosh, I'm not doing so bad; hittin' 'em up like a regular stage dancer!" he gloated; and she answered busily, "Yes yes I told you I could teach anybody DON'T TAKE SUCH LONG STEPS!" For a moment he was robbed of confidence; with fearful concentration he sought to keep time to the music. But he was enveloped again by her enchantment. "She's got to like me; I'll make her!" he vowed.
You see I'm sassy, friend Wales, hittin' all sides; but no offense is ment. You know I ain't a politician, and never was. I vote for Mr. Union that's the only candidate I've got. I claim, howsever, to have a well-balanced mind; tho' my idees of a well-balanced mind differs from the idees of a partner I once had, whose name it was Billson.
It was during this momentary lull that a brass-buttoned steward came nimbly down the ladder before which Cavendish was standing, and said to him: "Purser's compliments, sir, and would you be so good as to tell the second-class passengers that, on account of their bein' disturbed by the ship hittin' a lump of ice, and turnin' out in the cold, tea, coffee, and hot soup is bein' served in the dinin'-room to warm 'em up a bit before they goes to their beds."
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