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He drank hard that night from the bottle which Fat Joe, in obedience to Steve's command, had left standing upon the shoulder-high shelf drank first in a self-conscious fashion with a mumbled excuse to Joe that the rainfall had chilled him; then more and more openly, until he forgot that he had ever felt the need of an excuse.
" So glad you've come," I said to him; and the words sounded curiously to me because in my excitement I also had spoken in my "company voice." But I had no time to say another word to him, as I turned to greet Mrs. Marshall. He mumbled something, flushing, while his eyes devoured my beauty in one dumb, worshipping look. Then he dropped quickly out of our group.
I'm sorry, I ought to have told you before. Well now, Mr. Cayley, we shan't do any good by pretending. Here's a man been shot well, somebody shot him." "He might have shot himself," mumbled Cayley. "Yes, he might have, but he didn't. Or if he did, somebody was in the room at the time, and that somebody isn't here now. And that somebody took a revolver away with him.
"Oh, not for eight years," said the other. "Did you live here, formerly?" "I? No." He spoke evasively and hurried on. "I wonder what made me say that?" he mumbled to himself. Down Kearney street he walked. Now and then his eyes lit as if with some half-formed memory and he made queer, futile gestures with his hands.
"I'm obliged to you," he mumbled. That had ended it. The following morning Linton came to Harlan for orders, and a little later the entire outfit, headed by Stroud, and trailed by the chuck-wagon and the horses of the remuda, started southward to a distant section of the big level, leaving Linton and Harlan at the ranchhouse.
The one, with an air of hurry, ran against him at the instant, when he was exploring his upper waistcoat pocket, staggered and caught at him with mumbled apologies; the other, with the sure and suave movement of an expert, slid an arm between the two bodies, withdrew it, and was making off. "Hi!" shouted Cobb, as the taxi shaved past him, and came across with a rush.
She looked as inexorable and relentless as Fate itself, and the bully understood dimly that here was a force with which he could not reckon. "I'm a goin'," he mumbled sullenly, "but I'm a goin' to git the law on her," he pointed to Mary, "and make her git back where she belongs." By this time several persons had hurried to the scene of the encounter.
"Seems to me, however, you ought to have a better seat than this old log," continued he, taking his seat at the same time by the side of the boy. "Not so bad a seat, however, after all. What are you making, Joseph?" Joseph mumbled out something inarticulate by way of reply. "I have got a sharper knife," said he, drawing his penknife out of his pocket.
"Dee, dee, dee!" said Tommy Tit faintly but cheerfully, for he couldn't be other than cheery if he tried. "Dee, dee, dee! That looks good to me." "It is good," mumbled Drummer, pecking away at the suet greedily. "Come on, Tommy Tit. Don't wait for me, for I won't be through for a long time. I'm nearly starved, and I guess you must be." "I am," confessed Tommy, as he flew over beside Drummer.
"Chief scientific witness for the defense; I fail to see any practical difference." "Well, Mr. Emmert said it would be all right," O'Brien mumbled. "Jack, did you hear that?" Brannhard asked. "Treasure it in your memory. You may have to testify to it in court sometime." He turned to the Chief Justice.
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