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"Ay," he said dryly in his throat; "verra good, baker, verra good! Who's yellow doag's that? I never saw the beast about the town before!" "Nor me either. It's a perfect stranger!" "It's like a herd's doag!" "Man, you're right! That's just what it will be. The morn's Fleckie lamb fair, and some herd or other'll be in about the town."
"Sit you down," he answered, pointing at a chair that was shoved under one side of the little table. "Pull that out and sit you down. What we shall have to say to each other'll not be said in five minutes. Let's confer in the proper and comfortable fashion."
And so the crowd now began to hurl maledictions on the innocent head of the receiver. As if he had brought on the catastrophe! "Why don't he tell us where we stand?" demanded one obstreperous creditor. "Smash in the door! Let's find out what's become of our money!" "He's in cohoots with thieves!" exclaimed another. "They're all a lot of crooks! What one has left behind the other'll take."
"The same trouble'll come into two people's lives, and one'll take it and make one thing out of it, and the other'll make somethin' entirely different. There was Mary Harris and Mandy Crawford.
You should go back and finish grammar school, and then go through to high school and university." "But that takes money," he interrupted. "Oh!" she cried. "I had not thought of that. But then you have relatives, somebody who could assist you?" He shook his head. "My father and mother are dead. I've two sisters, one married, an' the other'll get married soon, I suppose.
Something or other'll come, mark my word just when they think they've got their hands on it: a hurricane, or a tidal wave, or an earthquake. As sure as you live, something'll come; a rock'll fall down, or a thunderbolt, and somebody gets killed And, well, the ghost laughs, but the treasure stays there all the same." "The ghost laughs?" I asked.
Two people'll start out together, and after a while they'll git separated, or, maybe, they'll live together a lifetime, and when they git to the end o' fifteen or twenty or twenty-five years, one'll be jest where he was when they set out, and the other'll be 'way up and 'way on, and they're jest nothin' but strangers after all. That's the way it was with Milly and Dick.
"You asked me jest now who Richard Elrod was. He was the son o' Dick Elrod, and Dick was the son of Richard Elrod, the old Squire. It's curious how you'll name two boys Richard, and one of 'em will always be called Richard and the other'll be called Dick. Nobody ever would 'a' thought o' callin' Squire Elrod 'Dick, he was Richard from the day he was born till the day he died.
And his words had the effect of startling the other. "But I don't see " "They're rustlers. Ther's their tracks clear as day. This is their hiding. Wal, I guess there's jest one thing to be done. It's our duty to track 'em down. Our duty to the cattle world, Jeff, boy." "But what about Ronald?" Bud looked him squarely in the eyes. "We're cattlemen first, Jeff. The other'll come later."
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