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"Jerry's the best rough-and-tumble fighter on the island." "Wan av the best. I wouldn't put him first till after him and this guy had met alone in a locked room. S'long, Mike." "S'long, Tim. No report on this rough-house, mind yuh." "Sure, Mike." If you vision Clay as a man of battles and violent deaths you don't see him as he saw himself. He was a peaceful citizen from the law-abiding West.
There is rarely a "good-bye" on the prairie, unless it is when a comrade "hits the one-way trail." Even then it is more often a quiet "s'long," without any demonstrativeness, but which may mean far more than a flood of tears. Jake was at his door when Tresler rode over to report.
"If we can stand them off till night we can send the horse galloping toward the woods to draw their fire. Then we can run for it." "There won't be no darkness to-night," morosely replied Cousin. "They'll make big fires. They'll try to burn us out. We're well forted till they git the roof blazin' ag'in. We'll 'low to stick here s'long we can. They won't dare to hang round too long."
Half-a-dozen verses were thus massacred, and the reciter stopped with the sudden jerk of a machine. 'Goes str'ight on, don't 'e, Grace? cried the father, exultantly. 'Jowey ain't no fool. Know what he towld me the other day? Somethin' as I never knew, and shouldn't never 'ave thought of s'long as I lived. We was talkin' about jewellery, an' Jowey, 'e pops up all at wunst.
"Why then, Bud," drawled Soapy, "I'll sure meet you later. S'long." Left alone, Soapy's languor gave place to swift action. In two strides, it seemed, he was in the saloon, had beckoned the quick-eyed bartender aside and put the question: "Where's the Kid, Jake?" The bartender lifted an eyebrow and jerked a thumb upward. "Shut-eye," he nodded, and turned back to his multifarious duties.
"Baby meets this Shawnee and gives him his needings. The red devil's sculp ain't more'n three days old. Good for you, Baby! Good boy! Give him all the 'lasses he can hold. Needn't worry about any raid s'long as he stays here, Davis. You can just take your time in finishing that fort." "If we could only keep him!" sighed Davis. "But you can't," spoke up a young man. "Every one has tried.
"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? Who am I?" 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.
Say, c'n I bother you to phone to Miss Severn an' ast her to tell m'yant I'm aw'wright? Yes, tell her I'll be home soon now, an' I'll explain. And Chief, I'm mighty sorry those two guys got away, but I couldn't help it. We'll get 'em yet. Hope you didn't wait long. Tell you more when I see ya, S'long !"
"You do that, and don't worry about our making good. I'm going to put all my time and energy into this proposition and " "Then you'll make good all right," Sperry assured him. "All anybody's got to do is look at you to see you're a good business man." He returned Duncan's pressure and picked up his sample-case. "S'long," said he, and left briskly, leaving Duncan speechless.
He'd never forgive me, never, never s'long 's I lived! I hadn't ough' to 'a' come. I hadn't ough' to 'a' come!" Nothing Hazel could say would allay her fears. She listened with horror as the girl attempted to show how harmless the beasts were by telling of her own night ride up the canyon, and how nothing harmed her.
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