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"Your gal may be skeered to death, but she ain't been hurt any yet," he encouraged. "She's safe till they git her back to the towns. Black Hoof is too smart to hurt her now. If he gits into a tight corner afore he reaches the Ohio he'll need her to buy an open path with. She ain't in no danger s'long as he wants her on hand to swap if the settlers git him penned." "No danger?
His gaze was fixed, tense. Suddenly he seemed to gather all his muscles together as for a spring. But he only threw his cigarette into the gutter, yawned elaborately, and moved away. "S'long," he said; and lounged off. The others looked after him a moment, puzzled, speculative. Buzz was not usually so laconic. But evidently he was leaving with no further speech.
His father liked Henry so well for a surname that he had him christened Henry, too. We began by calling him Hen Hen, but that didn't go very well so we call him Chick-chick." "I don't mind s'long as y' don't call me Biddy chick," explained Chick-chick, who had just come up. "Now what kind o' Mason are you Stonemason, Brickmason or Mason Fruit Jar." "Brick's the best," declared Apple.
Let 'im gas; 'e don't cut any figger anyway. Say, you keep yer eye peeled on some o' the young heifers on the far side o' the bunch. They're rustlin' some. They keep mouching after new grass. When the moon gits up you'll see better. S'long, mate." Jim rode away towards the camp fire, and young Nat proceeded to circle round the great herd of cattle. It was a mighty bunch for three men to handle.
"Hey, Yancey! If you're leading B Flight, give her the gun and high-tail it. The war's waiting!" "S'long, Hank. Luck, feller." "Get a waddle on, Mac. The war's lookin' up, eh?" "I hope to spit in your mess kit." Laughing, bantering, shouting, they climbed into their planes.
Pedestrians stare curiously at the trio as, talking and laughing in high spirits, they cross the pavement to the building's entrance. "Desert rats mining folks," observes a wiseacre to his friend. "Look at the girl and the chaps! Peach, eh? That's the life! Ho-hum! Gotta get back to the old office, Bill. See you to-night at lodge, I s'pose. S'long!"
Blimey, if them pants o' mine wasn't somethink to blow about after all. Sometimes it's the wind, then it's the bloomin' fire. I'll keep a bit o' steam up; looks as if I'll maybe need a bath when I get 'ome. S'long, ole sport! Tell Miss Tressa " He broke into a convulsive chuckle, which another burst of rifle fire tried to interrupt. "Cripes! Wouldn't I 'a' been a d'isy for rescuin' lidies?
But: he cast a hungry look at the dish of chicken. "'Have some more, old man, said I. "'It's been s'long since I had a good square that I could stan' a little more, Major; but let me go up against a ham sand'ich it's got a longer reach. "'No, have chicken all the chicken you want and some more coffee, said I. "Eat! How that fellow did go for it five pieces of chicken!
Dem slav'ry days done been s'long ago I jus' 'member a few things dat happen den. But I's sho' mighty pleased to relate dat what I recollec'. "I was de house boy on old judge Stamps' plantation. He lived 'bout nine miles east o' Port Gibson an' he was a mighty well-to-do gent'man in dem days. He owned 'bout 500 or 600 Niggers. He made plenty o' money out o' his fiel's.
D'you mind if I turn in on that bunk over there?" "Help yourself," said the boy. "What time d'you want me to wake you up?" "Never mind; I wake up automatic. S'long, Bud." He stretched out on the blankets and was instantly asleep. At the end of three hours he awoke as sharply as though an alarm were clamouring at his ear. There was no elaborate preparation for renewed activities.
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