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You run, Jinny. Run back. Don't you let them know you helped us. Say, what will the chief do if he finds it out?" demanded the boy, pausing sharply. "Huh. Jinny no afraid chief. Jinny laugh in chief face. Bye." She disappeared with surprising suddenness. "Quick, Phil! Get on your pony and follow me. Keep close to me." "I am on," answered the boy bravely. "It's my pony, too."
If they wanted to bother their heads with an alibi, they could say it was top of flood, and they weren't eager to be hung up, just because a brass-buttoned conductor promised 'em a through express in the morning. They could say But what good would explanations do us, huh, if they sent a half million logs sky-hootin' into our bridge? It wouldn't save our construction, would it?"
"Catchum rattlesnake bite?" queried Good Indian inanely, as is the habit of the onlooker when the scene shouts forth eloquently its explanation, and questions are almost insultingly superfluous. "Huh!" grunted Peppajee, disdaining further speech upon the subject, and regarded sourly the red drip. "Want me to suck it?" ventured Good Indian unenthusiastically, eying the wound. "Huh!"
"There's something down in the wheel well," he said in a brittle tone. "It looks to me like a grenade. There's a string tied to it. At a guess, that sandy-haired guy set it up like that saboteur sergeant down in Brazil. Only it rolled a little. And this one goes off when the wheels go down. I think, too, if we belly-land Better go around again, huh?" The pilot nodded.
"What do you mean?" demanded Bob in a tense voice. "Name somebody. I suppose the fact that Germany has murdered a lot of Americans has nothing to do with our going to war." "Certainly not," said Frank. "It's the men who want to make money." "Who says so?" "I say so, and so does my father." "Huh!" sniffled Bob. "Name one of the men." "They may get fooled," said Frank darkly.
Perhaps that compass kept 'em from straying out of the trail you said you made, Max?" "Huh! we made it so plain," remarked Steve, "that a baby ought to be able to follow our tracks. But then Toby and Bandy-legs always seem to tumble into trouble if there's just half a chance to get mixed up. Say, they've got the bags pretty well filled up with mussels, anyhow."
"Um," said Creede, "they was all blowin', hey? And what else was they doin'?" "Shootin', fer further orders, and driftin' their sheep. They's about a hundred thousand, right over the hill." "Huh!" grunted Creede, turning to his belated dinner, "what d'ye make of that, Rufe?" "Nothing," replied Hardy, "except more work."
Rawhide Jones laughed at the cook's discomfiture and went back to the door, where he washed his face and hands at a little basin, plastered his wet hair down as his companions had already done, and dropped into easy conversation with the heavy, round-shouldered, yellow-haired man sitting across the room from Conniston. "Looks like the Ol' Man means real business, huh, Spud?"
That's a good sporting proposition. But as for Blenham " "Put him back as foreman and I'll talk fair with you. I want Blenham back here, Stephen. Understand that?" "And," cried Steve a trifle heatedly at last, "I tell you that I am going to run the ranch myself. And that I don't like Blenham." "Damn it," cried the old man violently, "hear the boy! Don't like Blenham, huh?
He tellum you, kay bueno. Makum Injun lazy. "All time eat, all time sleep, playum cards all time, drinkum whisky. Kay bueno. Huh." The grunt stood for disgust of his tribe, always something of an affectation with Peppajee. "My brother, my brother's wife, my brother's wife's ah " He searched his mind, frowning, for an English word, gave it up, and substituted a phrase.
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