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"Well," he cried, insolently, at Scully, "I s'pose you'll tell me now how much I owe you?" The old man remained stolid. "You don't owe me nothin'." "Huh!" said the Swede, "huh! Don't owe 'im nothin'." The cowboy addressed the Swede. "Stranger, I don't see how you come to be so gay around here." Old Scully was instantly alert. "Stop!" he shouted, holding his hand forth, fingers upward.
"Huh! I'd rather warm their jackets for 'em," growled Bobolink; who, having suffered before at the hands of the meanest boy in Stanhope, Ted Slavin, had only the poorest opinion of him, and of those who trained in his company. "When I come back tonight, after supper," continued Paul, "I'm going to fetch my shotgun along.
Noblestone overtook him at the corner and touched his elbow. "How do you do, Mr. Perlmutter!" he exclaimed. Perlmutter stopped short and wheeled around. "Huh?" he said. "This is Mr. Sol Perlmutter, ain't it?" Noblestone asked. "No, it ain't," Perlmutter replied.
Mosier about that." "Huh!... Mosier hain't apt to tell me. Seems like I was sort of int'rested in that thing. I can't manage nohow to git the facts, so I thought I'd talk to you." "I can't help you. I have no right to talk about a client's confidential matters." "To be sure.... How's business?" "Not very good." "Not gittin' rich, eh?"
"Good enough, Lil Artha," the scout master went on to say in a relieved tone; "I couldn't believe you'd be so reckless. A charge of bird shot at that distance goes like a bullet, because it hasn't a chance to scatter." It was apparently Toby's turn to appear skeptical now. "Huh!
I could feel the sleeper slam her flanges against the ball of the rail as we rounded the perfectly pitched curves, and the little semi-quaver that tells the trained traveller that the man up ahead is moving the mile-posts, at least one every minute. At the first stop, twenty-five miles out, the fat drummer snapped his watch again, but he did not say, "Huh." We had made up five minutes.
"How many bluebacks are you going to get for us?" "Just about all that are caught around Squitty Island," MacRae said quietly. "That's why I want another carrier." "Huh!" Stubby grunted. His tone was slightly incredulous. "You'll have to go some. Wish you luck though. More you get the better for me." "I expect to deliver sixty thousand bluebacks to Crow Harbor in July," MacRae said.
Uncle Dan, dipping voraciously into his soft boiled eggs, grinned and said: "Huh!" Then he looked at his watch. When he came home to dinner, however, he hunted up Agnes at once. "Your Bulletin proposition looks pretty good," he told her. "I saw Greenleaf. He's a physical wreck and has been for two years. He has to get away or die. Moreover, his physical condition has reacted upon his paper.
The division superintendent had pounded out something about fuses. What had it been exactly? "Keep fuses burning." With angry gestures he took his coat and cap down, and put them on while he repeated all the instructions that had been forced into his brain with the effect of a physical violence. At the table Joe continued to fumble aimlessly. "Ain't you listening?" Tolliver blurted out. "Huh?"
If it hurts to look up at it directly that is a prime indication to not do it." "Huh?" he asked. "Don't be so asinine. Don't look at it directly," she scolded. "It wants us to see it," he responded. "Not directly! Maybe metaphorically," she said. "Why do you think that God put stupid animals like Mouse on four legs? Have you ever thought about this issue?
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