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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Doth her shoulder touch his as she leaneth close to hear the words he speaks?" "Who knoweth?" "How doth he hold his arm nearest the woman?" and in his anxiety to see, Zador raised his head above the jar. "His words and touch maketh her face to shine. Like a sour citron did her countenance glow when I did try to touch her," he growled. "Hst! Hst! Hst!"
"Brother Worth sure stands high with this here congregation," drawled Texas Joe to his companion. "Hst!" whispered Pat. "They're askin' afther the kid." The casual, amused interest of the two friends became intense. "They sure tried everything to find her folks," the saloon man was saying, "but there ain't no thin' doin' so far.
It was to them no com- mon scrimmage at Washurst, of course, but it flashed through Coleman's mind that they had not the slightegt sense of the size of the thing. He expected every instant to see the flash of knives or to hear the deafening intonation of a rifle fired against hst ear. It seemed to him miraculous that the tragedy was so long delayed. In the meantirne he was in the affray.
I tell you, the flood's greedy for him, and it'll hae him -Look, did you see him again?" "Is he living?" "We saw him move. Hst! Was that a cry?" It was only the howling of the dog, which had recognized its master and was peering over the bank, the body quivering to jump, but the legs restless with indecision. "If we were down there," Gavin said, "we could hold him secure till rescue comes.
In one corner stood several little white upright stones, each about three feet high; there seemed to be some writing on them, and he was in the act of going nearer to inspect, when a window opened and he heard some one calling to him in a loud, excited whisper: "Hst! Come in, Jimbo, at once. Quick! Run for your life!"
CAPT. G. Yes, he's a healthy little scoundrel. Don't you think his hair's growing? M. Let's have a look. Hi! Hst! Come here, General Luck, and we'll report on you. Why do you call him that? M. Isn't he our Inspector-General of Cavalry? Doesn't he come down in his seventy-two perambulator every morning the Pink Hussars parade? Don't wriggle, Brigadier.
Hst! We will ask his chela. The Ao-chung man refreshed himself, and swelled with pride of leadership. 'We have here, he whispered, 'a kilta whose nature we do not know. 'But I do, said Kim cautiously. The lama drew breath in natural, easy sleep, and Kim had been thinking of Hurree's last words. As a player of the Great Game, he was disposed just then to reverence the Babu.
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