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Updated: May 10, 2025
Samp would always lead the singing being just a mite more lubricated than the rest of us, and the girls thought he was all hunkey dorey as they used to say. "He made a lot of money and blew it in at Jim Thomas's saloon, buying drinks, playing stud poker, betting on quarter horses, and lending it out to fellows who helped him forget they'd borrowed it.
Only one of the band showed a revolver. Westerfelt believed him to be Toot Wambush. He had not spoken a word, but was one of the two that had ridden close behind him up the mountain. One of the white figures unstrapped a pillow from the back part of his saddle. He held it between his knees and gashed it with a knife. "By hunkey! they're white uns," he grunted, as he took out a handful.
"Just as the clock struck, the devil come along, an' he said to the blacksmith, standin' there a-sweatin' like a colt, 'Well, I see you got her all up hunkey dorey. 'Yes, said the blacksmith, 'an' now I want my pay. 'Let's see about that, said the devil; 'did you do that job because you wanted to, or because you didn't want to? The blacksmith didn't know what to say, so he hemmed and hawed, an' finally he says, 'Maybe I done it because I wanted to, an' maybe I done it because I didn't want to. 'All right, said the devil; 'if you done it because you wanted to, I don't owe you nothin', an' if you done it because you didn't want to, there ain't nothin' I can pay you. An' he sunk in the ground, with his thumb to his nose an' his fingers a-wigglin' at the blacksmith."
"An', whisper, when ye get home go to yer own little room, an' there on yer bended knees ask God to forgive ye. Make up yer mind to shun bad company for the future; an' never, from this hour, will we speak another word about this either ye to me or I to ye, save an' except ye may come an' say: 'I've done as ye bid me, Missis Barry. It's all hunkey dory!"
The neighbors will tell you so. And to be told by the base Marquis a man who, previous to his marriage, had lived at the cheap eating-houses to be told by him that her manner of frying fishballs was a failure it was too much. Her tears fell fast. I too wept. I mixed my sobs with her'n. "Fly with me!" I cried. Her lips met mine. I held her in my arms. I felt her breath upon my cheek! It was Hunkey.
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