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"Laddy, I reckon the waterhole here never goes dry," replied Jim. "Ask the Indian." Upon being questioned, Yaqui repeated what he had said about the dreaded ano seco of the Mexicans. In a dry year this waterhole failed. "Dick, take a rope an' see how much water's in the hole." Gale could not find bottom with a thirty foot lasso.
Domnick, I'd desarve to be suspinded if I did. Will no one tell me who mixed this, I say, for they had a jewel of a hand at it? Och 'Let parsons prache and pray Let priests to pray and prache, sir; What's the rason they Don't practise what they tache, sir? Forral, orral, loll, Forral, orral, laddy Sho da slainthah ma collenee agus ma bouchalee. Hoigh, oigh, oigh, healths all! gintlemen seculars!
Supposin' I'd connected with a .405!" "Laddy, I I'm afraid Thorne's done for," whispered Gale. "He's lying over there in that crack. I can see part of him. He doesn't move." "I was wonderin' if I'd have to tell you that. Dick, he went down hard hit, fallin', you know, limp an' soggy. It was a moral cinch one of us would get it in this fight; but God! I'm sorry Thorne had to be the man."
And now, me laddy, we must thravel. Are ye hungry?" "Yes." "I have a bite saved that'll do ye till the morrow. When ye waltzed out the cave and left me to meself, I felt there was no knowing how long I'd have to stay behind, so I knocked off both eating and drinking, with the idea of getting used to going without anything."
But if they do, well, Sol can outrun Diablo. An' I can always kill the white devil!" Ladd's strange hate of the horse showed in the passion of his last words, in his hardening jaw and grim set lips. Gale's hand went swiftly to the ranger's shoulder. "Laddy. Don't kill Diablo unless it's to save your life." "All right. But, by God, if I get a chance I'll make Blanco Sol run him off his legs!"
Next to his wife and daughter there was nothing so dear to him as those white horses. His father and grandfather all his progenitors of whom he had trace had been lovers of horses. It was in Belding's blood. "Laddy, before it's too late can't I get the whites away from the border?" "Mebbe it ain't too late; but where can we take them?" "To San Felipe?" "No. We've more chance to hold them here."
"Freddy, my laddy; do you take this torch and walk off aways, so that it will be dark here," said Mickey to his companion. The latter obeyed, and the man made as critical an examination as he could. His object was to learn whether the water came into the cave from the outer world, or whether its source was beneath the rock.
"Weel, weel, laddy, you're o'er long in mounting your nag!" shouted Master Sanderson. "I am ready for you now, at all events," answered Jack, as he threw himself into his saddle, and once more shook hands with Brinsmead. "Stop, stop, Mr Sanderson, you be off without your stirrup-cup!" exclaimed the landlord, who at that moment appeared at the door with a tankard in his hand.
"'Batty' cakes," repeated Molly. "How funny that is. Do you know I've always said that, too, just because I learned to say it that way as a child. And hook and 'laddy' wagon. I can't seem to break myself of the habit." "Don't try," said Jimmy. "I'd rather hear the good old talk than Bernhardt speaking French."
"Husky young fellow, nice voice, steady, clear eyes, kinda proud, I thought, an' some handsome, he was," replied Jim Lash. "Maybe I ought to think twice before taking a stranger into my family," said Belding, seriously. "Well, I guess he's all right, Laddy, being the cavalryman's friend. No bum or lunger? He must be all right?" "Bum? Lunger?
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