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We've got something more exciting than that right here in camp." "Red Shirt's in this same county," protested the horseman, a trifle crestfallen. "I thought you fellers was patriotic." Barney Doon threw out his chest and swaggered forward. "Patriotic?" he echoed. "Doggone us, we're the biggest patriots on the coast! No man is a gentleman who wouldn't be a gentleman on such an occasion as this.
He had had it played on him many a time in swimming and done the same by others; but he had never entered into the prank with half the zest as now. He tugged at the knots and drew them hard. "That shirt's a bird," he said softly, eying the shapeless bundle, with a grin. Then he served the trousers and the "galluses" the same way; likewise Benny Ellison's socks.
Just at that moment Mike felt quite as angry with his friend, Jerry McGaverty, as with his late opponent. "The shirt's mine, fair," he said to himself, "and I'll make Jerry give it to me." But Jerry had disappeared, and Mike didn't know where to look for him. In fact, he had entered a dark alleyway, and, taking the shirt from the paper in which it was wrapped, proceeded to examine his prize.
One goes into the main Ogowe opposite Ayshouka in Nkami country Nkami country commences at Ayshouka and goes to the sea one into the Ngumbi, and one into the Nunghi all in the Ouroungou country. Ayzingo now lies N.E. according to Gray Shirt's arm.
But he couldn't refrain from a snappy: "No, I don't! And how long at a time does a fellow keep at it? How tell whether a horse is groomed or isn't?" "Ginger! Do you know when your shirt's buttoned or when it ain't? Just look at Herbert's piece o' work an' do accordin'. But keep cool, Monty. Don't get r'iled an' don't rile your nag. You'll do all right you've got the makin' of a horseman in ye!"
Have a care for the cuffs a little inadvertency with the soup may ruin my prospects for a job. You understand, don't you, that our next meal after this one may depend upon this shirt's prosperous appearance?" Branch dove into his bag and emerged with a stiffly laundered shirt done up in a Cuban newspaper.
He's as big as a hill an' his shirt's as red as Casey's red wan. I wint to give him the little gun wot Durade pulled on him. Dom' me! he looked roight at me an' niver seen me," replied the Irishman. "Lee, you will see Neale?" queried General Lodge. There was a silence. "No," presently came a cold reply. "It is not necessary. He saved me injury perhaps. I am grateful. I'll reward him."
"I thought maybe I didn't hear straight. It ain't yours at all. Didn't I take it?" "You wouldn't have got it if I hadn't fit with Paul." "That ain't nothin' to me," said Jerry. "The shirt's mine, and I'll kape it." Mike felt strongly tempted to "put a head on" Jerry, whatever that may mean; but, as Jerry was a head taller already, the attempt did not seem quite prudent.
All the time the carrier palaver went on without cessation, and I went out and offered to take Gray Shirt's and Pagan's place, knowing they must want their chop, but they refused relief, and also said I must not raise the price; I was offering too big a price now, and if I once rise the Fan will only think I will keep on rising, and so make the palaver longer to talk.
"You lubbers, celebrate!" he yelled, discharging a weapon three times in a second. "There's been a baby born at Red Shirt Canyon! We git in the census! We git on the map! Big Matt Sullivan's wife has got a little boy!" "A boy!" said Sally Wooster. "Oh my!" "Is that all?" inquired John Tuttle, on behalf of his somewhat indignant townsmen. "Red Shirt's thirty-seven miles away.
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