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"Nor'm, I ain't," and Jeems Henry seemed disturbed. "Then you'd better come around to the kitchen. We'll see what we can find." At this unheard-of generosity, Uncle Billy's eyes opened widely and he exploded in remonstrance. "Now, hol' on dar, Miss Hallie! Hol' on. You ain' got none too much fo' yo'se'f, d'out stuffin' dis yere six-bit rat hole wid waffles an' milasses."
Hol' on I dun see him comin' from de attic one day." "When he must have put those stolen articles in your trunk," said Tom. "Yes, he was guilty, Captain Putnam was going to have him arrested, but he got away." Nothing would do for Alexander Pop after this but that the boys give him the full particulars of the affair, to which he listened with the closest attention.
But the knowledge did not abash him in the least. He accommodated himself at once to the situation with that adaptability common to the American youth, whether of the South, North, East or West. “Where abouts did you leave David when you come away?” she asked with a studied indifference. “Hol’ on there, Buckskin w’ere you takin’ us? W’y, I lef’ him at the sto’ mailin’ lettas.”
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"Jes' hol' on a minute befo' you go, Mars John; fer ef dem people outside should git holt er me befo' you does git me out er here, I may never see you no mo', suh, in dis worl'. W'en Mars Billy McLean shot me by mistake, w'ile we wuz out huntin' dat day, who wuz it boun' up my woun's an' kep' me from bleedin' ter def, an' kyar'ed me two miles on his own shoulders ter a doctuh?"
Jes' step along naow, off that way, will ye? 'n I'll hol' on t' th' bridle, f' fear y' sh'd run away." He took hold of the leather thong, but found that it was fastened at the other end to the saddle. This was too much for Abel. "Wal, naow, yeou be a pooty chap to hev raound! A fellah's neck in a slippernoose at one eend of a halter, 'n' a boss on th' full spring at t'other eend!"
Then, with a gesture of disdain at the babbling crowd, he marched determinedly away, his rifle held in the hollow of his arm. At this heroic moment a new clamour arose, half admiration, half dismay. Old Peter hobbled after the major, continually repeating, "Hol' on a minnet."
He lifted the child with one hand as his other, that was slung over the cable, cut away the belt and coat that were caught in the irons. "Now, hol' tight!" warned Mike, as the last shred was severed and he swung the little girl about and held her fast. "Hip, hip, hurrah!" yelled Don, as he jumped up and down with excitement.
"Hol' on, hol' on! Don' git mad. What time you goin' off in the morning?" "Before you do, I shouldn't wonder." "But hol'! One fine idea blazin' good idea just hit me now in the head! Wan' to come on to Chicago wis me? I drop this fellah at Felton. He take the team back, and I get some one to help me on the treep. Why not you? Ever tek' care of stock?"
"Hed thet all figgered out long ago." He gave me the candle and lay down, holding his ear close to the stone floor and listening. Three times he shifted his ear from one point to another. Then he beckoned to me. "Jest hol' yer ear there 'n' listen," he whispered. I gave him the candle, and with my ear to the floor I could hear the flow of water below us.
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