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Dan digs it up an' takes it by the laigs; Enright meanwhile cussin' him out, fervent an' nervous, for he fears some locoed Greaser will cut loose every moment an' mebby crease a gent, an' so leave it incumbent on the rest of us to desolate Chihuahua. "'It's for Nell, expostulates Dan, replyin' to Enright's criticisms. 'I knows she wants it by the way she grabs my coat that time.
Question is, will it ever get a chance to show? Inside of three months he'll either win out or he'll be headed for hell, an' he won't be travelin' at no drift-herd gait neither." "Every man's got to stand on his own hind laigs, ain't he?" Hollister grunted. He was weakening, and he knew it. "He needs a friend, worst way," Blister wheezed. "'Course, if you'd rather not "
The man I have parted with," he said, with another glance at Dakota, "was our cook, and I will ask yu' to replace him, Colonel." Scipio gaped wide. "Colonel! Say!" He stared at the Virginian. "Did I meet yu' at the palace?" "Not exackly meet," replied the Southerner. "I was present one mawnin' las' month when this gentleman awdehed frawgs' laigs."
The little girl Hilda, and the older daughter Minna, were behind them on a board laid across the sides of the wagon. Presley and Harran stopped to shake hands. "Say," cried Hooven, exhibiting an old, but extremely well kept, rifle, "say, bei Gott, me, I tek some schatz at dose rebbit, you bedt. Ven he hef shtop to run und sit oop soh, bei der hind laigs on, I oop mit der guhn und bing!
"He's been livin' soft too long, don't you reckon?" "No, sir. He just didn't have the sand in his craw to hang on and finish you off whilst you was rippin' up his laigs." Dave roped his mount and rode out to meet Chiquito. The pinto was an aristocrat in his way. He preferred to choose his company, was a little disdainful of the cowpony that had no accomplishments.
"Think I'm goin' to work in a house where doors is locked against me? I'm as honest as any Silt that ever hobbled on two laigs. Nex' thing, I cal'late, you'll be lockin' the coal shed and countin' the sticks in the woodpile." She had much more to say and said it. It seemed to make her feel better to do so.
You mout feel like you's safe ernuff ez long ez you ain't lost bof laigs an' er arm or two, but dat sort er safe doan suit me." "I give you my word, an' you know whut that means." "Yas, suh, I knows all 'bout dat, but er word kain't stop er bullet." Over to the old negro he slowly walked and gently put his hand on his shoulder: "My word can, old man mine has, an' I will protect you with my life."
"I promise to make your little girl happy," he whispered. He almost fell in stooping to the portrait, but caught himself and stood carefully quiet, trembling, and speaking to himself. "Where is your strength?" he demanded. "I reckon it is joy that has unsteadied your laigs." The door opened. It was she, come back with his dinner.
You ain't de Grand President of de Order of de Folded Laigs, tho' you shorely does ack lak it. You's s'posed to be doin' somethin' fur yore keep an' wages. H'ist yo'se'f an' move." "I ain't doin' nothin'!" Jeff protested spiritlessly. "Dat you ain't!" agreed Aunt Dilsey. "An' whut you better do is better do somethin' tha's my edvices to you.
A lion!" exclaimed Dinah, raising her hands in surprise. "Yep! A lion!" "Oh, mah honey lamb! Don't yo' do no sich a thing!" cried Dinah. "A lion done eat yo' laigs off!" "'Tisn't a real lion. I mean a wooden lion on a merry-go-round like we saw to-day," Flossie explained. "Oh, a wooden lion!" and Dinah laughed.
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