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Couldn't we spare her?" he asked with a pathetic eagerness. "We've got eight other cows to milk. Can't we spare her? If you think Sam'll set the dog on me, I'll have her driv over in the mornin'. Jim'll take her." "I don't think it's any use, Bill; but you can try it," remarked Mrs. Norris, her soul singing within her like a celestial choir.
"Him and I's brothers, kind o' brothers, not sure 'nuff brothers. Oh, I dunno how it is 'zactly, Jim'll tell yer. He dunno as I be, yer know, 'n he dunno but I be, 'n he's afeard to leave go o' me for fear I be. See?" "Do you and Jim live together?" "Yes, we live at Mis' Kennett's.
One white splinter flew from the Snail's stern where a single bullet struck; the rest flew wide astern of her. "Let your piece cool a moment," said Marah, "then we will sponge and load again, and then Jim'll try. You were too much to the right, Mr Hugh. Your shots fell astern." After a minute or two we cleaned the gun thoroughly and reloaded. "Now," said Marah, "remember one thing.
"She jumped at the chance. She wants to make a little money to shingle the roof of her house this fall, and she didn't know how she was going to manage it. I expect Captain Jim'll be more than interested when he hears that a grandson of the Selwyns' is coming here. Leslie said to tell you she hankered after cherry pie, but she couldn't come to tea because she has to go and hunt up her turkeys.
Burk, the General Manager of The King's Basin Land and Irrigation Company, watched a freighter with a twelve-mule load of goods stop his team directly across the street in front of the largest and most important general store in the Basin. Deck Jordan, the merchant, came out and the Manager easily heard the driver's loud voice: "Jim'll be along in 'bout another hour, I reckon.
You're dead, there; French Pete's dead, Sucatash Wallace's dead, Panamint's dead. But old Jim's alive! Old Jim'll find it. You bet you he will!" He bent his head and appeared to listen again. Then: "What's that? Who's singin'?" He fell to muttering again, quoting doggerel, whined out in an approach to a tune: "Louisiana Louisiana Lou!" "Louisiana's dead!" he chuckled.
"You don't believe Jim'll really go?" she asked, hurriedly. "Reckon I do, Joan," he replied, after a pause. "Jim is just fool enough. He had been gettrn' recklessler lately. An', Joan, the times ain't provocatin' a young feller to be good. Jim had a bad fight the other night. He about half killed young Bradley. But I reckon you know." "I've heard nothing," she replied. "Tell me.
The heat might have tried the mischief out of him. He hasn't kept his word." "No, Matthew, he hasn't," she whispered back, "and I think his lying to you so is almost the worst thing he's done. The next time you may put him with the coon. Only, the coon's too good for him. But I reckon Jim Redfield will look out for him." "Jim'll have to let him alone.
He kin borrer a mule and go fur you, Mah'sr Harry, I 'spects." "Well, tell Jim to get a mule and come to Aunt Judy's just as quick as he can. I'll pay him right well." "Dat's so, Mah'sr Harry; Jim'll go 'long fur ye. I'll tell him." "Now be quick about it," cried Harry. "I'm in a great hurry." And off he started again. But as he hurried along, his legs began to feel stiff and his feet were sore.
"If I'd knowed!" said Brownie, darkly, bringing Norah's linen coat out from the wardrobe, and seeking with vigour for a felt hat that already was on her head. "Me, givin' him tea and scones, an' talkin' about the pony, too, no less; little I guessed at the depths of him. Never mind, my dearie, Master Jim'll deal with him!" "Oh, it'll be all right, if Bobs hasn't hurt him.
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