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"Sorry," he said; "one more'll do it." The one more was longer and stronger, and turned the gasps into semi-groans. But as Urquhart had predicted, it did it. "There," said Urquhart, resting and looking pleased, as he always did when he had accomplished something neatly. "Heard the click, didn't you? It's in all right. Sorry to hurt you, Margerison; you were jolly sporting, though.
Their bright-checked Mackinaw jackets lay where they had been flung on the beds. Costume and surroundings both were a thousand miles from civilization; yet civilization was knocking at the door. Welton gave expression to this thought. "Two seasons more'll finish us, Bob," said he. "I've logged the Michigan woods for thirty-five years, but now I'm about done here."
When Tom came back with a load, he pitched the stones down into the cellar a little way beyond the place where Jim had put his. "I guess, Squire," the man said, "a few loads more'll be all the mason can use to-day." "I should think so, Jim. I'll talk with him about it, and let you know exactly what he wants. Are there many more stones in the old wall?"
"I don't know, but I can find out. You and Bailey 'll vote for me, won't you?" "Course we will, but " "All right. There's two votes. A hundred and odd more'll put me in. Here goes for politics and popularity. I may be president yet; you can't tell. And say! this town meetin' won't be DULL, whichever way the cat jumps." This last was a safe prophecy.
"On top o' that, the Ocean Shore Railroad is buildin' down the coast an' as soon as the roadbed is completed over the San Pedro Mountains them farmers'll haul their produce to the railhead in motor trucks an' there won't be no more business for the Maggie. Three months more'll see the Maggie laid up." Mr. Gibney nodded.
Maybe you'll get killed and Gillam'll get killed and a few more'll get killed and they'll take me on. But don't you worry about me; I'm all right." Paul looked at him as though rather puzzled. "By Jove, I don't believe you care very much whether you play or don't," he said at last. "If it had been me they'd let out I'd simply gone off into a dark corner and died."
"'I know it will, says he; 'for when Luke's mother was leaving the place, and yer father saw the door open, he made a rush at it, and, be-gorra, before it was shut he got his head and one shoulder outside av it, so that, ye see, a thrifle more'll do it. "'Faix, and yer reverence, says I, 'you've lightened my heart this morning. And I put my money back again in my pocket.
We were growing impatient for the appearance of our enemy. "Perhaps they have gone round," suggested one. "No; thar a-waitin' till night. They'll try it then." "Let 'em wait, then," muttered Rube, "ef thur green enuf. A half an hour more'll do; or this child don't understan' weather signs." "Hist! hist!" cried several voices together. "See; they are coming!" All eyes were bent down the pass.
"That's four," he said soothingly. "Jest about one more'll fix ye." The young man swallowed it almost grudgingly. He lay back upon the pillow. "I can pay her the money sometime." His gaunt eyes were staring into the dark. "But I can never make up to her for the way I treated her." "Mebbe she didn't mind," said Uncle William, non-committally. "Sometimes they don't." "Mind?
That's why we look cut down." "Rest of ye goin' on through, huh?" "I am. I hope the others will." "Hit's three days on to whar the road leaves for Californy on the Raft River. Mebbe more'll leave ye thar, huh?" "We don't know. We hope not. I hear the fords are bad, especially the crossing of the Snake. This is a big river. My people are uneasy about it." "Yes, hit's bad enough, right often.
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