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"You see that rope?" he demanded. "Soon as that rope hit the water I knocked off work. S'long as you was in Valencia me, on the job. Now, YOU can't go back, I can't go back. Why further dissim'lation? His condition seemed to preclude the possibility of his knowing who he was, so I told him. He sneered as I have seen men sneer only in melodrama. "Oh, of course," he muttered. "Oh, of course."
I guess we're ready to start. S'long Sally Jerry. Are you riding our way, Sinclair?" "I thought I'd happen along. Ain't never seen Woodville yet." "Glad to have you. But they ain't much to see unless you look twice at the same thing." They started down the trail three abreast. "Ride on ahead," commanded Sinclair to Jig. "We don't want you riding in the same line with men. Git on ahead!"
He grinned slightly again, recalling a phrase of his Western past. "I'm afraid I'm down and out." "No, you're not," with cheerful scorn. "You're not dead, are you? S'long as a man's not been dead a month, there's always a chance that there's luck round the corner. How did you happen here? Are you piking it?" Momentarily Mount Dunstan was baffled. G. Selden, recognising the fact, enlightened him.
"Right's the word, ould Nebucannezzar," he cried, and heaved up to his feet. "So long, Kitty, woman! S'long! We'll finish it another night though, and then the ould man himself will be houlding the candle." Outside in the road somebody touched him on the shoulder. It was the young man in the Alpine hat. "My gough! What? Phil!" cried Pete, and he laid hold of him with both hands at once.
After breakfast Hiram K. Hull hitched our horses to the wagon, got his own horses ready, and then said, "'T ain't more 'n half a mile straight out between them two hills to the stage-road, but I guess I had better go and show you exactly, or you will be millin' around here all day, tryin' to find it." In a very few minutes we were on the road, and our odd host turned to go. "S'long!" he called.
"So if she wants d' Kid, I guess I'll jest have to fetch him for her. Come on, bo! S'long, fellers!" Hereupon, having acknowledged the friendly salutes of the four, Ravenslee followed the Spider out into the court, empty now and silent. "Say, bo, where'd you meet up wid Spike, anyway?" enquired the Spider, as they strode along Tenth Avenue. "You don't belong around here, do ye?" "No.
With your figger you ought to be good fer somethin'. S'long, feller!" Naturally, Wallie was not comforted by his conversation with Pinkey. Now he knew himself to have been insulted, and resented it, but along with his indignation was such a feeling of dissatisfaction with his life as he had never known. His brow contracted while he thought of the monotony of it.
"Murder ain't proved on Butch and his men, but it will be before long." "Wait till it's proved. In the meantime use em all." "You've a long head, Nash." "Glendin, I'm makin' the biggest play of my life. I'm off to find Butch. You'll stand firm with Drew?" "I won't hear a word he says." "S'long! Be back in ten minutes. Wait for me." He was as good as his word.
A night or two of sleep leaves 'em 'lowin' th' creek may be safe s'long as he sticks here. Some t'others spit it right out that Black Hoof is playin' one o' his Injun games. If that pert young petticoat wa'n't here mebbe we could git some o' th' young men out into th' woods for to do some real scoutin'. "If my eyes was right I'd go.
Amelia Ellen merely looked at her with frozen glance made fiercer by the flickering candle flare, and answered dully: "An' you knew 'bout 'em all 'long, an' yet you brung me! It ain't what I thought you'd do! Burley, he'll never fergive me s'long 's I live ef I get et up. It ain't ez if I was all alone in the world, you know.
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