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Updated: May 20, 2025
Now here's the wet color from his suit that ran over the steps. He musta come up here." "Before he ran down the street. Sure, an' that's just what he done. Yuh're a janious, officer." "Maybe he got into the house somehow." "Now, how could he do that? With all av us upstairs and down." "I don't say he did. But if I was to just take a look inside so as to report that I'd searched " "Och!
"Wild Cat, you say one o' these Jaspers was bendin' over Jo with this here razoo?" "I'm sure it was that that he had in his hand," Hiram replied. "He was the second one that I soaked, and I saw him drop it." "Boy! Boy! That musta been some fight," observed Jim McAllen. "Think of our ol' Wild Cat puttin' the three of 'em on the run! Man, how comes it I miss all the good things in this life?
John dubiously eyed the transparent fluid in his cup which might as easily have been tea, and commented: "You musta left out somethin'." Will made a wry face after filling it with half a pancake: "Gosh! But you throwed in the sody. They ain't fit fer a dog to eat. I can't go 'em."
They were eight miles up when the pushpots fired their jatos, an' twelve miles up when the pushpots let go they musta near broke their pilots' necks when they caught their motors again! And the Platform's rockets fired just right, makin' flames a mile long, an' they were goin' then what were they makin'?" "Who cares?" asked the Chief peacefully. "Plenty!"
The sound of voices wakened him. Dud was talking to the jingler who had just come off duty. The sunlight was pouring upon him. He jumped up in consternation. "I musta overslept," Bob said. Dud grinned. "Some. Fact is, I hadn't the heart to waken you when you was poundin' yore ear so peaceful an' tuneful." "You stood my turn, too." "Oh, well. It was only three hours.
Not detectives, or nothin', just fellers that was hired, an' was dyin' for excitement. I reck'n some o' the passengers was as tired o' bein' held up as those fellers was pinin' for excitement, an' when String an' Ham an' Whiff made their poor little play, they musta thought they'd struck a hornet's nest." "But to hang them," Whitey protested. "Why didn't they shoot them, if they had to kill them?"
A guard done that." "A guard?" "Yes, a guard." The Texan poured out his fifth drink. "In the pen, it was." "In the pen!" The bartender was itching with curiosity. "You don't look like a jail-bird. They musta got the wrong guy?" he suggested. "No. I killed him, all right. I shot his ears off first, an' then plugged him between the eyes before he could draw. It was fun.
They was two funny-lookin' old birds, too I'll say they was. They was about a hundred years old apiece and had long white whiskers like St. Peter, and, say, they talked a whole lot more than they dug. I guess they musta been workin' on that grave for a coupla weeks you know, ten minutes parlez-vous and then one shovela dirt.
You musta been purty young for riding when that horse rinned away!" Lance came toward her, grinning and slapping his hat against his fringed chaps before he set it upon his head; an uncommonly handsome head, by the way, with the Lorrigan's dark eyes and hair and his mother's provocative mouth. "Well, seeing your horse ain't going to rin no further, you might as well git down and stay awhile."
All the time I was thinkin' how to say 'Cheer up' to the old dame in French, but all I could think of at first was 'Bravo' and 'Vous-ate tray jolee! Still it was sorta stupid walkin' along and no conversation, so I guess I musta had an inspiration or something, and I sez, pointing ahead at the coffin, 'Mort avec mon Dieu. The old lady lost her step at that, because I suppose she was surprised by a Yank speakin' good French, most of 'em relyin', like Matthews here, on the sign language, although I'll say that Matthews gets plenty far enough with that.
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