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They were very dirty, and one of them had his shirtsleeve split to the shoulder, revealing a sun-blistered elbow joint that still worked with a right good will at snaring. But no boys were ever fuller of out-door wisdom. They had been swimming, and knew the best diving-hole in the world, only a couple of miles away.
She glanced at Blake, and asked with almost maternal concern. "Where's your topcoat? You'll take cold." "What, a day like this?" he replied. "On a good hustling job I'd call this shirtsleeve weather." "You're so hardy! That is part of your strength." "Um-m," muttered Blake. "That cousin of yours is a hummer, isn't she?" "If you but knew how she envies me my Crusoe adventures!"
They were admitted, and I waited to learn what request they would probably make of me. At length the tallest and evidently the leader, said: "Miss Clare, we knows you doesn't remember us. But we never fo'gits you. We has all of us got somethin' to show you." Slipping up a soiled, ragged shirtsleeve, he showed me an ugly scar above the elbow, reaching to the shoulder. "Wagner?" I asked.
Now very soon I had the fire a-going and while she bustled to and fro preparing breakfast and singing very sweet and blithe to hear, I took the pistol, and having cleaned and oiled it, found it very well; then I loaded it with one of my six bullets, using a strip from my ragged shirtsleeve for wads.
I thought you'd like me better if I had teeth, and now I s'pose you can't ever look at me without laughin'." Miss Eyester flipped a bit of plaster from his shirtsleeve with her thumb and finger. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt your feelings, ever." "Never?" "Never." "Then don't you go ridin' again with that old gummer." "Do you care, really?" shyly. "I'll tell the world I do!"
He took a knife from his pocket, and, without a moment's hesitation, ripped up the sleeve of the overcoat and under-coat which I was wearing. The shirtsleeve was already soaked with blood, and his face was curiously anxious as he cut away the linen and felt the bone from wrist to shoulder. Then his face cleared. "Only through the muscle," he remarked.
They eyed him in amaze, and avoided meeting one another's eyes. Truly, he was a strange-looking Weary. His head was bare and disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and glaring, his cheeks flushed hotly. His neck-kerchief covered his chest like a bib and he wore no coat; one shirtsleeve was rent from shoulder to cuff, telling eloquently that violent hands had sought to lay hold on him.
"Now," he said, taking the butcher by the shirtsleeve," you have had a taste of what comes of taking the political lead away from the party to which it rightly belongs. You have had an experience of what happens when people who know nothing about politics meddle with thing that the natural political leaders should be left to handle.
I know just where he lies. Look!" Russ had rolled his shirtsleeve up to his shoulder. He balanced himself on the log, his head and shoulders overhanging the brown water. Suddenly he made a dive with his right hand. Even his head touched the water, he dipped so deep, and his cap went floating away. And, wonderful to relate, his hand did seize upon the catfish.
"Feel that!" he said. "I will take your word for it " "Kindly do as I ask you," he insisted, with his arm still bent. "I can't stand like this all day." Carrissima accordingly felt his biceps with her thumb and forefinger. "As hard as wood," she said. "Ah!" he answered, with a smile of relief and satisfaction, as he turned down his shirtsleeve again; "I thought that would astonish you.
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