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"But one o' these here magazine deteckatiffs might be able ter hook up Joe with them missin' coins, jes' the same. Mebbe he's a sernamb'list," suggested, Walky, with a sly grin. "A what?" demanded Massey, with a startled look. "He's an Odd Feller, an' a Son o' Jethro. I don't know what other lodges he b'longs to." "Jefers-pelters!" ejaculated Walky, "who's talkin' about lodges?
An' if th' moon would shed would shed 'Never mind the woodshed, sez the gal. 'Go on with yer purty talk. Haw! haw! haw! "Now, this here Nelson Haley ain't got no more control of his tongue than that feller had. Jefers-pelters! what ye goin' ter do with a feller that tells ev'rything he knows jest because he's axed?" "He's perfectly honest," Janice cried. "That shows it."
"Why, Walky Dexter! nobody would really believe such talk about Mr. Drugg," Janice declared. "Ye wouldn't think so, would ye? We've all knowed Hopewell Drugg for years an' years, and he's allus seemed the mildest-mannered pirate that ever cut off a yard of turkey-red. But now Jefers-pelters! ye oughter hear 'em!
A rotten length of "string-piece" had been removed from one edge of the dock, and a new timber had not yet replaced it. As bad fortune would have it, Walky backed his wagon directly into this opening. "Hold on there! Where ye goin' to ye crazy ol' critter?" bawled the freight agent. "Hul-lo! Jefers-pelters!" gasped the suddenly awakened Walky, casting an affrighted glance over his shoulder.
It is a shame the bar was ever opened at the Lake View Inn. And something ought to be done about it!" Walky had pulled in his team for her to jump down before Hopewell Drugg's store. "Jefers-pelters!" murmured the driver, scratching his head. "If that gal detarmines to put Lem Parraday out o' the licker business, mebbe mebbe I'd better go down an' buy me another drink 'fore she does it.
The expressman was climbing unsteadily to his seat, and in reply to something said by the freight agent, he shouted: "Thas all right! thas all right! I kin turn Josephus 'round on this dock. Jefers-pelters! he could back clean up town with this load, I sh'd hope!" Janice had said nothing in reply to Frank Bowman's last query; but the latter added, under his breath: "Goodness!
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