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It appeared that matters promised fairly well on the emigrant fleet now gone forever. They would remember Hoddan with affection for a year or so, and dimly after that. But settling a new world would be enthralling and important work. Nobody'd think of him at all, after a certain length of time. But he had to think of an obligation he'd assumed on their account. He considered his own affairs.
"'Would you divide the thirty-six hundred dollars even? now very much interested. "'Divide! sneered Pearson. 'Do you suppose I'd sell 'em? No, sir; I'd set 'em under a turkey, or perhaps a big hen. Then, sir, I'd go into the great auk business. I'd sell auk eggs, and make my fortune, and yourn too. "'And young ones, if we get a lot? "'No, sir! exclaimed Pearson. 'Nobody'd own no auks but me.
"Daddy," she said, finally, "we're not going to borrow, and we're not going to move again. I don't see why people want to keep moving all the time. I love this place, if it is only a cottage, and I'm going to stay here. I wish we could buy it and hand it down in the family so's it would be known forever as the Dudley place. Then nobody'd ever forget our name.
"Friends?" she said, and stared at him. "Sure. Why not? Look at the men I've got with me; they're all my friends. I'm right proud to say it. I might have hanged most of them once, but I never knew it do much good to a man to hang him; so we get acquainted, and one way and another we contrive to keep on good terms. "See my point? Nobody'd hang you if I scooted back over the border with you, Jael.
"How would this do? Two straight marks this way, Pitkin, an' two straight marks that way and nobody'd ever mistake your hosses nobody that's been watchin' the way they run." Pitkin craned his neck and snorted with wrath. Old Man Curry had drawn two crosses side by side, and the inference was plain. "That's your notion, is it?" said he, rising.
"Reckon he's dead, all right, or nobody'd hev his hoss an' guns," presently said Euchre. "Mister Duane," began Bosomer, in low, stinging tones, "I happen to be Luke Stevens's side-pardner." Duane looked him over, from dusty, worn-out boots to his slouchy sombrero. That look seemed to inflame Bosomer. "An' I want the hoss an' them guns," he shouted.
Many's the time, Miss Hope, I've seen the look on your own sweet face, when you thought nobody'd be noticin', an' every night Denny an' me's prayed the blessed Virgin to soften the hearts of the people in this danged town. Oh, I know! I know! But it does look like God had clean forgotten us altogether.
"I guess he's a pretty tough feller to handle, from all I've heerd," remarked Jake reflectively. Pete responded with an oath. "Knock 'im silly, he'll be easy 'nough handlin' then." "Ye don't mean for to do 'im up, do ye Pete?" "Well, I guess nobody'd feel very bad if ye did." Jake went down the road, and Pete was alone once more.
She married when she's fifty-three, and she was homely 's a hedge fence and hadn't any faculty. Nor she didn't bring him a cent, either." "Well, nobody'd say Mariana was homely. But she won't marry. Nor she wouldn't if she was eighteen. She ain't that kind." "There, I've got it laced up," said Sophronia.
"They come from a dressmaker as is in a small way," designating the scraps by a gesture. "I clean up for 'er an' she lets me 'ave 'em. I make 'em up into anythink I can pin-cushions an' bags an' curtings an' balls. Nobody'd think wot they run to sometimes. Now an' then I sell some of 'em. Wot I can't sell I give away." "Drunken Bet's biby plays with 'er ball all day," said Glad.
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