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"Jim'll never trouble himself to kick the jackal!" said Uncle Denny. "Huh! You don't know that boy. There was a look in his eye this morning God help Fleckenstein if he meets the Big Boss but he'll avoid the Boss like poison." Uncle Denny shook his head. "What kind is Fleckenstein?" "What kind of a man would be countenancing a letter like that?" Then Murphy laughed.
All of 'em. But how'd you answer to Jim Silent, Rogers? If you let 'em get Haines well, Haines is Silent's partner an' Jim'll bust everything wide to get even with you." "I c'n explain," said Rogers huskily. "I c'n show Silent how I'm helpless." Footsteps went up and down the room.
'Fraid Jim'll be hiding out waiting to pot you? The other men laughed. 'That's his sort of play, muttered Alan coolly. He took his time to look about. Little by little the mystery shrouding this and that object dissolved and showed him a rock or a bush. He heard a snapping bit of brush off to the right and wheeled toward it. It was a horse moving. He circled the fire and went to it.
"It's four past, an' Jim'll be comin' in tired and worritted, so I'll put on an extra potater or two an' a good bit of bacon an' some pase. Stay wid us, Aileen." "No, Maggie, I can't; besides you and Jim will want the house to yourself till you get straightened out and, Maggie, it will straighten out, don't you worry."
Far off the cry of a bittern boomed across the flats. "Well, at least we've got nine weeks," Norah said at length. "Nine weeks to be mates and Jim'll be home next week, and he'll be mates, too. Don't let's get blue about it, Daddy. It'll be so horrid when the time comes, that it's no good letting it spoil these nine weeks. Can't we try to forget it?" "We can try," said David Linton.
Now don't stand haverin' there, get in the cart quick, or Jim'll be runnin' away." Jim showed no sign of this desperate intention, but, on the contrary, stood very patiently waiting till his passengers were safely seated, when he trotted off at a great pace, with such a clatter of hoofs and rattle of wheels as rendered conversation impossible.
I was going to lick everybody in the jail, if I must. "Put that stave down Gregory! put it down, for Christ's sake!" "Good God! Grab Jim, someone!" "Don't be a fool ... hold Gregory ... he's got the stave!" "He'll kill Jim!" "Or Jim'll kill him!"... Then came a shout from nearby. "I'll heve the law on ye, I will! destroyin' a man's cornfield like a lot o' heathens!"
He's 'lowable to come to me an' say, 'Huccome you wearin' dat shirt? Dey ain't but one James Bartrum writ down in de book, an' he ain't no colored pusson. 'Co'se I could explain, but I's got 'splainin' 'nough to do when I git to heaben widout dat." Amanda paused with her hand on the doorknob. "Marse Jim'll beat you to heaben; that is, ef he don't beat you to the bad place first.
Then he looked round. There was no one very near, though curious faces were turned in his direction, as the grim news of the Raid was passed from mouth to mouth. He came up close to Stafford and touched his chest with a firm forefinger. "Every egg in the basket is broken, Stafford. I'm sure of that. Dr. Jim'll never get in now; and there'll be no oeufs a la coque for breakfast.
"You'd better keep away from such people, Janice," the young man said urgently. "Why?" "You don't want to mix with such folk, my dear," repeated the young man, shaking his head. "What good can it do? The fellow is a drunken rascal and not worth striving to do anything for." "But his family? The poor little children?" said Janice, softly. "If you give them money, Jim'll drink it up."
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