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I shall not waive my prerogative." "I never owned one," said Overland. "But afore I'll let you come any style over me, I'll have one made with a silk linin' and di'monds in the buttons, jest as soon as the claim gets to payin' good. Say, pardner, it's free gold, and coarse. I wisht Collie was here the little cuss." "Collie?" "Uhuh.
At the head was a perforated sheet-iron bottom like a housewife's colander. Into this box the gravel was shovelled by one miner. The man's 'pardner' poured in water and rocked the cradle cradled the sand. The water ran through the perforated bottom to a second floor of quicksilver or copperplate or woolly blanket which caught the gold.
"Why, bless your heart, I never want to see that man again; your daughter is welcome to him, but I'm afraid she's got a bad bargain. This girl's just as I'd have her unencumbered. I'm AWFUL glad you come, pardner! Whenever you happen to be down in this part of Texas, drop in and make us a visit!"
I spoke on't to Josiah, but he sez: "The widder Montague; I don't remember her. Is she any relation of old Ike Montague of North Loontown?" But I sez: "She wuzn't a widder for any length of time. She died of love and so did her pardner, Romeo Montague." "Well," said Josiah, "that shows they wuz both sap heads.
Pete was repaid a thousand-fold for his efforts by the old man's occasional: "Couldn't 'a' done it any better myself, pardner." For Annersley seldom called the boy "Pete" now, realizing that "pardner" meant so much more to him. Pete had his rifle an old carbine, much scratched and battered by the brush and rock a thirty-thirty the old man had purchased from a cowboy in Concho.
"Say, pardner," he said, in a soft, whining voice, "kin you tell me where a feller might git a bite to eat around here?" "Well," I answered, "yes and no. I thought you were a sailorman." Only his seamanly roll had appealed to me. His face, though bearded, tanned, and of strong, hard lines, seemed weak and crafty.
An' as fer justice, you'll git plenty of it soon, an' more'n ye'll care fer. An' you talk about a man murderin' his pardner, an' givin' him justice! Who murdered Bill Ducett, at Black Ravine, tell me that?" Curly's eyes, which were big with fear, now fairly burst from their sockets as the old prospector laid this startling charge.
"Say, pardner," said the man who ran the establishment, "I'd much rather board you for a day than a week. Rebels must've cut off the supply-trains where you've bin. You're not comin' this way agin soon, air you? I'm afraid I won't make 'nough this month to pay my rent." Lieut. Bowersox came in with a telegram in his hand. "We won't go on to Indianapolis," he said.
He spoke in a dropped voice, and with more than one glance at Lizzie who had pulled on her hood again. Both men then looked with a weird unholy interest in the wake of Gaffer's boat. 'Easy does it, betwixt us. Shall I take him aboard, pardner? 'No, said the other.
"You're the feller that beat Boyle to it, too," added the chief; "and I want to tell you, pardner, I take off my katy to you. You're one smart guy!" "You'll find your man on down the road about a quarter," directed Slavens, on whose ear the encomiums of Ten-Gallon fell without savor. "I heard in Meander today that you'd sold out to Boyle," said Ten-Gallon.
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