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"I expect you'll be asking favors for some time," Castle said, "and not getting them. I told you we'd lick you and we have. I told you we'd smash you and drive you out of the state. We'll do that just as surely ..." "Maybe so," said Scattergood, phlegmatically. "Maybe so. Nobody kin tell.... Howdy, Siggins! Lookin' mighty jubilant about somethin'. Glad to see it.... And Mr.
It was not until they got up near the Peckham mill that they met any of the old neighbors, but here Mr. Peckham himself came leisurely down from the mill path to the bridge and hailed Kit. "Howdy, Kit.
Her unskilled fingers had sewed very bunchy seams. The girl was much embarrassed: it required the last ounce of her bravery to advance. Before she actually reached the little group, she half hid, indeed, behind a tree. It was from this shelter that she called her greeting: "Howdy, folks, howdy!" Frank went toward her with an outstretched hand. "Come, Madge," said he, encouragingly.
It was not honest money, although he had earned it honestly enough. If it had been honest money, why should those soldiers go riding through the valleys, looking for him and his plane? It was not for the pleasure of saying howdy, if Johnny might judge from the hard-eyed glances of that one who had stopped in plain view. It was not honest money that he had been taking.
With a bow and a scrape he greeted her: "Howdy, Miss Polly, howdy." Meantime he shook her hand until she winced from the heartiness of the grip. "What's the news?" she asked, as she slowly straightened out her fingers one by one. "There's been a killin' over Florence way," announced the Sheriff, putting on his hat and becoming an officer of the law with duty to perform.
With some difficulty he brought the big horse to a standstill in front of them and grabbing off his ragged cap stammered out his message: "Howdy, Massa Dominie. Sarvint, Missy Peggy, but Josh done sont me fer ter fin' yo' an' bring you back yon' mighty quick, kase kase, de de sor'el mar' done got mos' kilt an' lak' 'nough daid right dis minit.
Gaston Isbel led his clan straight down the middle of the wide road of Grass Valley until he reached a point opposite Abel Meeker's cabin. Jean espied the same curiosity from behind Meeker's door and windows as had been shown all along the road. But presently, at Isbel's call, the door opened and a short, swarthy man appeared. He carried a rifle. "Howdy, Gass!" he said. "What's the good word?"
On the threshold appeared a lank girl with shining black hair and quick, keen, good-humoured eyes. "Howdy?" she asked with brisk cordiality; "angel children, hope I see you well." In her wake was a tall, quiet-looking young man with a reddish-brown beard. "Salute; salaam," he said; "all serene, Kitty? And you, Miss Winship?"
Behind the visitor in the door stood Dorothy with a plate and dish towel in her hand, and she was laughing. "Howdy, Parish," drawled Bas, without rising, as the householder came up and smiled at his wife. "How did matters come out over thar at co'te?"
He paused long enough to take in the appointments of the place, then, suddenly remembering his manners, he doffed his hat and bowed with old-fashioned courtesy to the splendid proprietor. "Why, how'do, uncle!" said the genial Mr. Turner, extending his hand. "Where did you stray from?" "Howdy, son, howdy," returned the old man gravely. "I hails f'om Miss'ippi myse'f, a mighty long ways f'om hyeah."
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