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My experienced fellow Americans refused to regard this weapon seriously. One had made the very fitting suggestion that each bullet should bear a tag with the devise, "You're shot!" An aged "roughneck" of a half-century of Mexican residence had put it succinctly: "Yer travel scheme's all right; but I'll be if I like the gat you carry."
"I might just as well tell you now, pardner," said the Kid, sliding down low on his steamer chair, "that things are going to stay just as they are. They're about right now." "What do you mean?" asked Thacker, rattling the bottom of his glass on his desk. "The scheme's off," said the Kid. "And whenever you have the pleasure of speaking to me address me as Don Francisco Urique.
The conception of those boulevards discloses a tremendous audacity and faith. And as you roll along the macadam, threading at intervals a wide-stretching park, you are overwhelmed at least I was by the completeness of the scheme's execution and the lavishness with which the system is in every detail maintained and kept up.
"We haven't done any harm," he said, "but our scheme's away out of sight now. At least it ought to be." "Lost in the bigger issue." said Williams, and Lorne nodded. The bigger issue had indeed in the meantime obscured the political horizon, and was widely spreading. A mere colonial project might well disappear in it. England was absorbed in a single contemplation.
Captain Perez, Captain Jerry, and Mrs. Snow argued, surmised, and questioned Captain Eri, who said little. Elsie said almost nothing, and went to her room shortly after the dishes were washed. "Humph!" exclaimed Captain Perez, when they were alone, "I guess your match-makin' scheme's up spout, Jerry." And, for a wonder, Captain Jerry did not contradict him.
We'll get into a stateroom and stay there; have our meals served right there. You see, we don't get into Washington until dark tomorrow night." "Yes; I see. The scheme's all right." They were silent for several minutes. "I've been thinking," said Bristow, "about Mrs. Withers having kept all her jewelry in the bungalow unprotected, you know nobody but her sister and herself there. It was risky."
"It's made you different enough from these others, all right. Even from Mrs. Dwight, who is different herself....I'd rather you'd stayed discontented. The whole scheme's all wrong and you know it. You've suffered from it. You should be the last to tolerate it. When they're jabbering away about their ninny affairs they pay as little attention to you as they do to me. They forget our existence.
"Fraser," said Lounsbury, "did you hear that the Colonel wanted an interpreter?" "Why why great Scott!" "Exactly great Scott!" The storekeeper set off again. "Hold on." Fraser caught his arm. "Your scheme's all right, but you can't impress the man. He's got to go of his own accord." "Hm! that's so."
Bobby was disposed to be fresh, but Gus was just such a boy as Amarilly herself would have been, reincarnated. He was practical, industrious, thrifty, and shrewd, and yet possessed of the imagination and optimism of his sister. She called him aside one day for a private consultation. "Say, Gus, your scheme's all right. Go ahead and get your cow.
I'm paying you a very good salary for a man of your age, and I expect a closed mouth about my affairs." "Of course." "Get the reason for it. This deal I'm engaged on is a big thing, and there are plenty of City people in London who'd like to know just what I'm planning, and just why Matheson and I sent you to Canada. I want you to keep them guessing until the scheme's floated. D'you get that?"
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