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I want a close count, understand. You're working under a boss now that will shove you through hell itself. So if you miss them over a hundred, I'll speak to the management, and see if I can't have your wages raised, or have you made a foreman or something with big wages and nothing to do. "The point-men smiled at Pink's orders, and one asked, 'Are you ready now? "'All set, responded Pink.
Pink unrolled his "sooguns" in their accustomed corner next to Weary's bed and went straightway to sleep. Weary thumped his own battered pillow into some semblance of plumpness and gazed with suspicion at the thick fringe of curled lashes lying softly upon Pink's cheeks. "If I was a girl," he said pensively to the others, "I'd sure be in love with Cadwolloper myself.
You sure are a rambunctious person when you feel that way," Weary made querulous comment; but he rode over with Pink to where the bug-killer was standing with his long stick held in a somewhat menacing manner, and once more he held Pink's horse for him.
"Small!" said Lady Lydiard, setting down the empty tumbler, and referring to the quality of the beer. "But very pleasant and refreshing. What's the servant's name? Susan? Well, Susan, I was dying of thirst and you have saved my life. You can leave the jug I dare say I shall empty it before I go." Mr. Troy, watching Miss Pink's face, saw that it was time to change the subject again.
When he heard Lily coming down the stairs, Pink's honest heart beat somewhat faster. A good many times in France, but particularly on the ship coming back, he had thought about this meeting. In France a fellow had a lot of distractions, and Lily had seemed as dear as ever, but extremely remote. But once turned toward home, and she had filled the entire western horizon.
The old negro preacher rose, too, a little behind Jim Pink. "Now, boys! boys!" he placated. "You jes think dat, Persimmon." "Yeah," admitted Persimmon, "I jes think it; but ef I b'lieve ever'thing is so whut I think is so, I'd part Jim Pink's wool wid a brickbat." Parson Ranson tried to make peace, but the Persimmon spread his hands in a gesture that included the three men.
But the sheriff was old at the business, and not too jealous of his position. He signed to his deputy proper, and they dismounted. When they started on, Pink was ahead. The sheriff observed that Pink's gun still swung in its scabbard at his hip, and he grinned but that was because he didn't know Pink.
The highest society modestly considered itself in danger of being dull in the absence of Mrs. Drumblade. Even Hardyman himself who saw as little of her as possible, whose frankly straightforward nature recoiled by instinct from contact with his sister could think of no fitter person to make Miss Pink's reception agreeable to her, while he was devoting his own attentions to her niece. Mrs.
"What sort of a man is the one you are talking of?" David asked Norton. "He's a brick," said Norton, and began to whistle; then interrupted himself. "But he is Pink's friend, you understand, much more than mine." "Some old tutor of yours?" said David smiling. "Old! not exactly. Nor a tutor neither, that ever I heard; though he does teach folks, or tries to. No, you're out, Davy.
It soothed the girl to attend to small duties, and she was washing and wiping Elinor's small stock of fine china when the bell rang. "Mr. Denslow is calling," said Jennie. "I didn't know if you'd see him, so I said I didn't know if you were in." Lily's surprise at Pink's visit was increased when she saw him.
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