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Updated: May 3, 2025
"He says there ain't to be no stick-ups, no gamblin', no bootleggin', no pocket pickin', no house jobs, no bunko stuff, no nothin' and dat goes. Da first bird dat tries workin' is gonna be run outa town, see?" "Where do you pick up that information, Murphy?" Brennan asked. "Well, da 'Gink' don't tell me poisonally, see? But I gets it straight, see?
You could've clubbed 'em outa his bean without touchin' his beak. I 'most died." Miss Prim giggled appreciatively. "You're a wonder, George," she applauded. "It takes you to think 'em out." "Ah, I don't know," returned her admirer with becoming modesty. "He's gone on her, all right, ain't he?" "Crazy about her!" "Think he'll make a play for her now?" George demurred.
"We'll wait till the next smash, then lower away, throw everything in, an' get outa this," the steward told the Ancient Mariner. "Lots of time. The schooner'll sink no faster when she's awash than she's sinkin' now." Even as he spoke, the scuppers were nearly level with the ocean, and her rolling in the big sea was sluggish.
"Get outa here," vociferated Marcus, "an' put up that knife. I see it; you needn't try an' hide it behind your leg. Give it to me, anyhow," he shouted suddenly, and before Zerkow was aware, Marcus had wrenched it away. "Now, get outa here." Zerkow backed away, peering and peeping over Marcus's shoulder. "I want Maria." "Get outa here. Get along out, or I'll PUT you out." The street door closed.
"I don't want to know anybody. I came here to eat. If I can't do that without being introduced to a lot of folks, I'll beat it and find some lunch counter that will feed me without trying to make a boob outa me. I ain't dressed to meet company, anyway. And I don't want anything from this bunch except to be left alone." "Fair enough," Cliff sighed contentedly and leaned back at his ease.
So the Chavez brothers rode away with smiles for their neighbors instead of threats, and with five dollars which had come to them like a gift. "Yuh might better uh kicked 'em outa here without no softsoapin' about it, now I'm tellin' yuh!" Applehead grumbled when they were out of earshot.
Casey says that he heard them blatting around outside, but he was busy trying to straighten a radius rod Casey said he was taking the kinks outa that hootin'-annie that goes behind the front ex and turns the dingbats when you steer for a man who walked back and forth and slapped his hands together nervously and kept asking how long it was going to take, and how far it was to Barstow, and whether the road from there up across the Mojave was in good condition, and whether the Death Valley road out from Ludlow went clear through the valley and was a cut-off north, or whether it just went into the valley and stopped.
The day grew suddenly dark, as a squall obscured the face of the sun. Across the lagoon Raoul could see approaching the ominous line of the puff of wind. "Captain Raffy says you've got to get to hell outa here," was the mate's greeting. "If there's any shell, we've got to run the risk of picking it up later on so he says. The barometer's dropped to twenty-nine-seventy."
Sam and me was the only ones that kept out, near as I can recollect, and when it thinned up a bit, you had Aleck down and was pounding the liver outa him, and Big Jim was whanging away at you, and Rock was clawin' Jim in the back of the neck, and you was all kickin' like bay steers in brandin' time. I reached in under the pile and dragged you out by one leg and left the rest of 'em fighting.
They's things I don't like about the way this here trail is leading out this way, now I'm tellin' yuh! Way we're goin', we'll be in the Seven Lakes country 'fore we know it. Looks to me like them greasers must stand in purty well with the Navvies 'n' if they do, it'll be dang hard pullin' to git 'em away 'n! outa here.
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