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And Ah Sing will smile blandly and duck his pig-tailed, shaven head, and wish each member "good morning" back again. It is sometimes very funny to hear the matin chorus of a dozen people crying out their volley of salute to ceremony; and to hear again the Chinaman's conscientious reply to each in turn down the long table "Good mo'ning, Mr. White; good mo'ning, Mis' White; good mo'ning, Mr.
Pretty near work to keep eating that long, ain't it? And this Sunday, too! I'll have you put in the calaboose for breaking the Sabbath." "We're only bending it," grinned Neill. "Good mo'ning, Lieutenant. How is Mrs. Collins, and the pickaninnies?" "First rate. Waiting in the parlor to be introduced to Miss Kinney." "We're through," announced Margaret, rising. "You too, Tennessee?
He knew a good deal, but he was still off the track in the main points. "And who is this partner up at the canal? Have you got him located too?" "I might guess." "Well?" impatiently. "A young lady hailing from this hacienda was out gathering flowers all mo'ning. She was in her runabout. The tracks led straight from here to the head-gates. I followed them through the sands.
"It's your spiel, friend," he said. "All right. I'll tell you some facts. Just as I was coming down from the Roskruge range this mo'ning I was held up for my team. One of these fellows the one called Kinney had started from Fort Lincoln on this roan here, but he was wounded and broke down. There was some gun-play, and he gave me this scratch on the cheek.
"That's part of the rules. Except for that I shouldn't like it so well. I hunt big game, and the bigger the game the more risk. That's why y'u guessed right when y'u said I was enjoying the mo'ning." "Meaning your cousin?" "Well, no. I wasn't thinking of him, though he's some sizable. But I'm hunting bigger game than he is, and I expect to bag it." She let her scornful eyes drift slowly over him.
The door was opened by a long Negro in a white jacket, who grinned familiarly when Lord Lambeth asked for Mr. Westgate. "He ain't at home, sah; he's downtown at his o'fice." "Oh, at his office?" said the visitors. "And when will he be at home?" "Well, sah, when he goes out dis way in de mo'ning, he ain't liable to come home all day." This was discouraging; but the address of Mr.
"I'd say you got a license to be. If she's lost out to-night she's liable to be frozen to death before mo'ning." "Yes," agreed Houck, and his lids narrowed. What did this young fellow mean? There was something about his manner both strange and challenging. If he was looking for a fight, Houck knew just where he could be accommodated. "In which case " The puncher stopped significantly.
He didn't know that Unc' Billy was about until Unc' Billy said: "Good mo'ning, Brer Meadow Mouse." Now Danny had always been delighted to see Unc' Billy Possum and to have a chat with him whenever Unc' Billy would stop. But this morning no sooner did Danny hear Unc' Billy's voice than he turned his back to Unc' Billy. This was more than Unc' Billy could stand.
There was no hesitation now. Every man pushed forward to have a hand in it. "Good enough," nodded Yeager. "We'll want rifles, boys. Looks to me like hell might be a-popping before mo'ning grows very ancient. We'll set out from Turkey Creek Crossroads two hours from now. Any man not on hand then will get left behind. "And remember this is a man hunt! No talking, boys.
Curly was awakened by the sound of the cook beating the call to breakfast on a triangle. Buck was standing beside the bed. "How're they coming this glad mo'ning, son?" he inquired with a grin. "Fine and dandy," grinned back Flandrau. So he was, comparatively speaking. The pain in his arm had subsided. He had had a good sleep.
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