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"I swan, Prue, you cut me in two places this mornin' when you shaved me," said Cap'n Ira suddenly and in some slight exasperation. "And I can't handle that dratted razor myself." "Maybe you could get John-Ed Williams to come over and shave you, Ira." "John-Ed's got his work to do. Then again, how're we going to pay him for such jobs? I swan! I can't afford a vally, Prue.
"As I glared at him the chairman turned over uneasily, sputtered, sneezed, opened his eyes, and sat up, staring stupidly. "'How're you? How're you? he roared, wiping his face with a grimy handkerchief. 'Ain't this dust awful? There ain't no doing anything with it. If you put the winders down you'll smother with the heat, and if you leave 'em up, you'll choke to death. Hobson's choice, eh? Ha, ha!
Her voice seemed to steady his straying fancies. "How're the cattle looking?" "Just fine," lied Billy Louise. "You're the skinniest thing I've seen on the ranch. Now do you think you can keep your senses, while I go and pick some nice, good meddy off a sage bush?" "I guess so." Ward spoke drowsily. "Give me some more coffee and I can." "Oh, you're the pesteringest patient!
When he was here, we used to call him LONG LAWRENCE. Now he is one of Her MAJESTY'S Judges, and we must behave to him as such. "How're you getting on here, TOBY?" he said, just as friendly as if he were still at the Bar. "As your Ludship pleases," I replied, too old a Parliamentary Hand to be inveigled into familiarity by his unassuming manner.
District Attorney," he broke out suddenly and fiercely, "between two mediums. They'll hold his hands!" Already frightened by the possible result of the plot, Rainey, with a vehemence born of fear, retorted sharply: "Hold his hands! How're you going to make him hold his tongue, afterward?" Gaylor turned upon him savagely.
Ken appeared at the head of the stairs and had started down, when the door-bell rang. Worry opened the door to admit Murray, the trainer; Dale, the old varsity captain, and the magnificently built Stevens, guard and captain of the football team. "Hello! Worry," called out Murray, cheerily. "How're the kids? Boys, you look good to me. Trim and fit, and all cool and quiet-like.
Plenty of soap, rubbing and rinsing finished the work, and the clothes sure presented a remarkable appearance, particularly the blue trousers. "How're we going to git 'em dry?" asked Si, as he wrung out the last of his "wash." "Hang 'em on the fence in the sun!" replied Shorty. "But what'll we wear while they're dryin'?" "Nothin', I reckon!"
Banion and Jackson, with their followers, held their hunt some miles below the scene of Bridger's chase, and had no greater difficulty in getting among the herds. "How're ye ridin', Will?" asked Jackson before they mounted for the start from camp. Banion slapped the black stallion on the neck. "Not his first hunt!" said he. "I don't mean yore hoss, but yore shootin' irons. Whar's yore guns?"
He was a stoutly-built, red-haired man, with an Ulster accent that had not been impaired in any degree by twenty years of association with Cocknies. "How're you!" he said, going up to John and seizing hold of his hand. "Rightly, thank you! How did you know me?" John replied, laughing and astonished. "That's a question and a half to ask!" Hinde exclaimed.
Then it takes execution. You and Pearce and the gang will furnish that. What more do you need to know?" "How're you going to operate?" persisted Gulden. Kells threw up both hands as if it was useless to argue or reason with this desperado. "All right, I'll tell you," he replied. "Listen.... I can't say what definite plans I'll make till Jesse Smith reports, and then when I get on the diggings.
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