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Tom looked perplexed. "We just got to take our chances on the climbing. Of course, there's bound to be th' risk of accident. But when I give th' word, you mosey, and if one of them pots you, it'll be because my six-shooter's empty." "But you can't expec' t' shoot an' climb!" objected Tom. "Course not," replied Alfred, calmly. "Division of labour: you climb; I shoot."
I been married four times, or maybe five, so what's a woman here or there to me? What is there to any woman to scare a feller, anyway?" "I'm damned if I know!" replied Dan Andersen; "there isn't of course there isn't, of course not. You're perfectly safe. Why, just go right on up. Have your sand along!" "Sure," said Tom Osby. "All right; I'll just mosey along up the trail after a while."
Tell Warrigal Alf his carrion's on the road for Yoongoolee yards, horse an' all; an' from there they'll go to Booligal pound if he ain't smart. I met them just now." "Where shall I find Alf?" "Ain't his wagon bitin' you there in the clear? You ain't a bad hand at sleepin' no, I 'm beggared if you are. I bin bellerin' at you for two hours, dash near." "Who has got the bullocks, Mosey?"
He developed into quite an expert fisherman; nor, when the boats came in, did he shirk work, but manfully rolled up his trousers and helped carry water and "gib" mackerel as if he enjoyed it. He never put on any "airs," and he stoutly took Leon's part against the aggressive Mosey Louis. Even the French Canadians, those merciless critics, admitted that the "Yankee" was a good fellow.
Carson, still watching him, saw him spin the cylinder, slip a box of fresh cartridges into his pocket and turn to the door. "Riding, Bud?" He got to his feet, stuffed his pipe into his pocket and reached for his hat. "Care if I mosey along?" "What for?" asked Lee curtly. "Oh, hell, what's the use being a hawg," Carson grumbled deep down in his brown throat.
"Well, move! If it was you tied in a knot with cramp, yuh wouldn't take it so serene." "Aw, gwan. I got troubles enough, cooking chuck for this here layout. I got to have some help and lots of it. Patsy ain't got enough stuff cooked up to feed a jack-rabbit. Somebody's got to mosey in here and peel the spuds." "That's your funeral," said Cal, unfeelingly.
"You were tied to the seat-base by the heels of your shoes," he informed the patient grimly. "One foot tied to the other, too. Well, Jim, take in your signals guess we can mosey along." "And who would have expected her to wear high-heeled boots!" exclaimed Bobby, with real amazement showing in voice and look. The few passengers in the car, aside from the school contingent, were openly laughing.
Certainly, we camped them all night in the Connelly paddock, but we never touched Alf's grass, and we left no gates open." "Chorus, boys!" said Mosey flippantly. Thompson sighed; Cooper growled; and Willoughby coughed deprecatingly. "I don't blame ole Martin to have a bit of a nose on me," continued Mosey laughingly. "Lord! didn't I git the loan of him cheap las' summer!
If we com' by de water-hole, A'm t'ink dat dam' lucky t'ing." Tex regarded him with disapproval: "Climb onto your horse, old Calamity Jane, an' we'll mosey along. A dry camp is better than this at least nobody can crawl around in their sleep an' drink a snifter of poison."
"Well," resumed Mosey, after a pause, "as I was tellin' you, this cove he was there; an' it so happened his near side leader had got bit with a snake, an' died; an' as luck would have it, he'd sold the pick of his bullicks to a tank-sinker, an' bought steers in theyre place; an' he had n't another bullick fit to shove in the near side lead to tackle sich a road as he'd got in front of him.
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