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"Likely yo' didn't sleep well," Prebol suggested. "A man cayn't sleep days if he ain't used to hit." "Sleep days?" Rasba looked wildly about him. "Sho! When did I git to sleep, why, I ain't slept I Lawse!" Prebol laughed aloud. "Yo' see, Parson, yo' all cayn't set up all night with a pretty gal an' not sleep hit off. Yo' shore'll git tired, sportin' aroun'." "Sho!"
True to her type, Julie would not even expose an enemy. The Spurgeons and the Thompsons were feudists, and had time and again made war on each other for several generations, and it was their policy not to talk, but to let their rifles talk for them. "What you-all goin' t' do?" "We are going on, of course," announced Lieutenant Wingate. "You-all shore'll git lammed if ye do," warned Julie.
"The Kid's gang shore'll fight. A good many fellers has got hurt goin' after him. But what you goin' to do? Let 'em steal all the cows they want, and kill everybody they feel like?" "That's work for the officers," insisted Constance. "There ain't no police out here," Curly replied, "and not sherfs enough to go around; so a feller sorter has to go when he's asked.
"It's a bargain," said Davy. "I'll be good, you bet. I meant to go over to Mr. Harrison's and fire peas from my new popgun at Ginger but another day'll do as well. I espect it will be just like Sunday, but a picnic at the shore'll make up for THAT." Anne woke three times in the night and made pilgrimages to her window to make sure that Uncle Abe's prediction was not coming true.
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