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"I think you're right, but I'd like to know how you get at it." "Well, I ain't no Old Sleuth nor Sherlock Holmes," said the sheriff, "but I've lived some years out of doors. I ain't workin' out no chain of reasonin'; I'm just usin' my eyes and a bit of savvy. This is how she works out: "McHale and McCrae is both foot-loose, and both know this part of the country.
But I'm ready to hear ye tell me my duty; I'm no past reasonin wi'! 'Did ye never hear 'at ye're to lo'e yer neebour as yersel? 'I'm duin that wi' a' my hert, Kirsty and that ye ken as weel as I du mysel! 'Ye mean me, Francie! And ye ca' that lo'in me, to wull me merry a man 'at 's no a man ava! But it's nae me 'at 's yer neebour, Francie! 'Wha is my neebour, Kirsty?
"Tol'ble reasonin'," nodded Joe, chewing his cud reflectively. "What do you make of it?" "A whole heap," Joe said, spitting emphatically. "What do I make of it? Yes, that's it, a whole heap. Guess that feller you see most of had his face covered. Was that cover a mask?" "It might have been." "A red mask?" "I couldn't see the color. It was too dark. Might have been."
"Good sound reasonin', Jim," said the Little Giant, "an' we'll shorely take a good look through them wagons." The wagons, as usual with those crossing the plains, contained many little boxes and lockers and secret places, needful on such long journeys, and they searched minutely through every square inch of the interior space.
And I understand too, perfectly, ma'am," he continued, tapping his pipe on a wagon wheel, "that back yonder in the States, somewhere, Dan Anderson knowed a 'face that was the fairest'; I reckon he allowed it was 'the fairest that e'er the sun shone on. Now, I'm old and ugly, and I don't even know whether I'm a widower any or not; so I know, ma'am, you won't take no offence if I tell you it's a straight case of reasonin'; for yore own face, ma'am, and I ain't sayin' this with any sort of disrespect to any of my wives, is about the fairest that Dan Anderson ever did or could see or me either.
But figgers won't lie noways, and it's figgers that shows this yer to be the last yer of the world, and that the final eend of all things is approachin'. I don't ask you to listen to no 'mpressions of me own, to no reasonin' of nobody; all I ask is that you should listen to the voice of the man in the linen-coat what spoke to Dan'el, and then listen to the voice of the 'rithmetic, and to a sum in simple addition, the simplest sort of addition."
Why does he do it?" Captain Cy smiled. "Why?" he repeated. "Why, to down me, of course. I was gettin' too everlastin' prominent in politics to suit him. I'd got you in as teacher, and I had 'Lonzo Snow as good as licked for school committee. Goodness knows what I might have run for next, 'cordin' to Heman's reasonin', and I simply had to be smashed. It worked all right.
"You see, we was histin' de box of the young Miss and de chile, when Bill let go his holt, and I kinder let my hands slip off, when, Lor' bless you, the box busted open, an' we seen the coffin spang in the face. Says Bill, says he he's allus a reasonin', you know an', says he, 'that's a mighty narrer coffin for two; and wid that, Mr.
"Watch the hand," said Mulvaney; "av she shuts her hand tight, thumb down over the knuckle, take up your hat an' go. You'll only make a fool av yoursilf av you shtay. But av the hand lies opin on the lap, or av you see her thryin' to shut ut, an' she can't, go on! She's not past reasonin' wid." 'Well, as I was sayin', I fell back, saluted, an' was goin' away. "Shtay wid me," she sez. "Look!
His turrible emotions had onhinged his reasonin' faculties, we hain't lived together so long as that, but I didn't dane to argy, I only sez with calm dignity: "Miss Walker, this is my pardner, Josiah Allen." "Miss!" sez he in a overbearin' axent, "Miss Walker!" He looked as if he thought it wuz a conspiracy hatched up between us to deceive him. "Yes," sez I coolly, "Miss Walker, Dr. Mary Walker."
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