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We ride in and repo't that Ortez says O.K. that his vaqueros are comin' for the cattle and that he is comin' with the cash. Brent won't bat an eye. I know him. He'll jest tell you to take the dough and ride to Sanborn and take the train for El Paso. Then he'll vamose." "How's that?" "'Cause he knows that this is the finish.
"It's bad luck, suh, ter raise a' umbrella in de house, en w'iles I dunno whuther it's bad luck ter kyar one inter de piazzer er no, I 'lows it's alluz bes' ter be on de safe side. I did n' s'pose you en young missis 'u'd be gwine on yo' dribe ter-day, but bein' ez it's my pa't ter take you ef you does, I 'lowed I 'd repo't fer dooty, en let you say whuther er no you wants ter go."
And you ain't no bigger than a minute at that." "That's just it! Suppose the Apaches did come over the line? What could we do if Lorry were gone?" "Well, you might repo't their trespassin' to me. And I reckon your daddy might have somethin' to say to 'em. He's been around some." "Oh, I suppose so. But there is a lot of work to do in Lorry's district, I noticed, coming down.
"Now, see here, missy; you're joshin' your Uncle Bud. Do you know that you're tryin' to bribe a Gov'ment officer? That means a pow'ful big penalty if I was to repo't to Washington." Dorothy wrinkled her nose. "I don't care if you do! You'd get what-for, too." "Well, I'll tell you, missy. Let's ask Bondsman about this here hocus. Are you willin' to stand by what he says?" "Oh, that's not fair!
It was become a miracle of the art of colour-photography; its hair was golden, its eyes a wonderful red-brown, its cheeks aglow with the radiance of youth! And yet more amazing, the picture spoke! It spoke with the most delicious of Southern drawls referring to the "repo't" of my child-labour committee, shivering at the cold and bidding me pull the "fu-uzz" up round me.
"Well, because you are so curious Lorry is back." "I reckoned that was it." "He rode part-way down with us. He has gone to see his father." "And forgot to repo't here first." "No. He gave me the reports to give to you. Here they are. One of Mr. Waring's men, that young Mexican, rode up to the mesa last week and left word that Lorry's father wanted to see him."
The major turned even redder, and swelled so visibly that Keith, in spite of his sad realization of the gravity of the affair, caught himself guiltily in a boyish anticipation that some of the major's strained buttons would pop. "I shall so repo't to my principal, suh.
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