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An' as for Sam passin' insultin' remarks no more he won't. Here he comes now with about half Wolf River for a posse." The cowboy turned to Endicott: "You go 'long with 'em an' lay low 'til you hear from Bat, there, or me. Then you do as we say, an' don't ask no questions."
Boggs, I don't want to be deemed insultin', but you-all oughter go to night-school some'ers ontil you learns the roodiments of the American language."
Ain't I fallin' over him mornin', noon, and night, and the postman telling all over the block he's my steady company that snip that's not eighteen yet? And don't I do the washin'? And will you look round the place and count the things I've got to do up every week? And don't he talk to me in that lingo of his, so I don't know whether he's askin' for a cup of coffee or insultin' me?"
"'Hello, Jack, he says, an' his manner is insultin'; 'been makin' it smoky down on the old San Simon lately? "'No; not since last fall, says Jack, plenty light an' free; 'an' now I thinks of it, I b'lieves I sees that Navajo hoss-thief of an oncle of yours when I'm down thar last. I ain't run up on him none lately, though. Where do you-all reckon he's done 'loped to?
I don't know nothin' about his money, an' I'll not have yer insultin' me in me own place! Get out o' my kitchen, if yo' please!" Saunders buttoned his coat. "Sartinly, Mrs. Costrell, sartinly," he said, with emphasis. "Come along, John. Yer must get Watson and put it in 'is hands. 'Ee's the law, is Watson. Maybe as Mrs. Costrell 'ull listen to 'im." Mary Anne ran to Bessie in despair.
"Better for you if you took the cure, too!" George flung at him grinning rudely. He neck-reined Fox sharply and dodged a playful punch from his comrade. "Yorkey, old cock, I'm goin' to break you from 'hard stuff' to beer if I have to pitch into you every day." "You're an insultin', bullyin' young beggar," remarked Yorke ruefully.
"You needn't be insulting," Adelle gasped with an attempt at dignity. "Insultin'!" the man blazed. "Who's insultin'? It's you who are insultin' to God's earth rich folks like you who've got more money that ain't yours by rights than you know what to do with. You think because you pay the bill you own the earth and every man on it. But you don't not everybody!
That's the worst thing about a towerist; he's that loaded with cur'osity, an' that gregar'ous an' amiable, he has to go foolin' 'round every stranger lie tracks up with. In their ign'rance they even gets that roode an' insultin' at times, that I knows 'em who's that regardless an' imp'lite as to up an' ask a rank stranger that a-way to pass'em his gun to look at.
I cannot see her annoyed; certainly not, so go away and I'll not harm you." "Hear him hear him!" cried one of the rogues, and he added: "We'll have to duck him for insultin' us." "Yes, we'll have to duck him." "Let's do it." The men leaped forward when one of the most extraordinary scenes that ever occurred followed.
W'y, weren't you 'owling for fresh tins every blessed day? 'Ow often 'ave I 'eard you send the 'ole bloomin' dinner off and tell the man to chuck it in the swill-tub? And breakfast? O, my crikey! breakfast for ten, and you 'ollerin' for more! And now you 'can't 'most tell'! Blow me if it ain't enough to make a man write an insultin' letter to Gawd!
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