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'Come out of that, says I, 'and tell me if dead or alive I am. He got up, and there was the noise soft and grand again, but with it now the voices of men, the flip of birds' wings and the sighin' of tree tops, and behind all that the long wash of a sea like none I ever heard. . . . 'Well, says I to the Injin grinnin' before me, 'what's that, in the name o' Moses? 'That, says he, laughin' slow in me face, 'is the Tall Master him that brought you to the camp. Thin I remimbered all the things that's been said of him, and I knew it was music I'd been hearin' and not children's voices nor anythin' else at all.
I never thought I'd be sighin' for horse-cars, but these rowdy chumps like Neill Ballard give me a pain. Not one of 'em has sand enough to pull a gun in the open, but they'd plug you from a dark alley or fire out of a crowd. It was different in the old days. I've seen men walk out into that street, face each other, and open fire quiet as molasses. But now it's all talk and blow.
The plumber had sketched out the workin's of the thing elaborate to me, but I didn't see the need of spendin' the rest of the night passin' an examination in the subject. Besides, a few of the details I was a little vague about. "Very well, then," says Auntie. And she consents to make one more stab at retirin'. I couldn't help sighin' relieved when we heard her door shut.
Flynn, a wide, husky party, with something flattened underneath. About all that's visible is a pair of run-over shoes and part of a coat sleeve that's been ripped off. She seems glad to see us. "Thanks be!" says she, sighin' grateful. "It's faint and wake I am strugglin' with this murderous little shrimp. Ah, squirm, will ye! There's men to handle ye now, and the coppers'll soon be here.
"I'm sure I don't know what he means to do," says Mr. Robert, sighin'. "Anyway, he seems determined not to go to work for the Corrugated. I did discover one thing, though, Torchy; there's a girl mixed up in the affair. She's thrown him over." "I don't wonder," says I. "Probably he tried to get through a whole evenin' with her on that yes-and-no stuff." No, Mr. Robert says, it wasn't that.
I sings out, grabbin' him by the elbow and swingin' him out of the line of traffic. "This ain't no place to practice the maxixe." "I I beg oh, it's you, Torchy, is it?" says he, sighin' relieved. "Where do I go to send a telegram?"
Cargo lumber, corrugated iron, and machetes." "What kind of a country is it?" asked the Kid "hot or cold?" "Warmish, buddy," said the captain. "But a regular Paradise Lost for elegance of scenery and be-yooty of geography. Ye're wakened every morning by the sweet singin' of red birds with seven purple tails, and the sighin' of breezes in the posies and roses.
I've heard all that she's heard there the creepin', the sighin', and the whisperin' through the bracken and the ground-vines of all that lives there." "You seem to be a poet yourself," said the editor, with a patronizing smile. "I'm a lumberman, up in Mendocino," returned the stranger, with sublime naivete. "Got a mill there.
"Mis' Polly 'lowed he wuz sighin' fer my po' dead mist'ess, fer she didn' have no idee er his feelin's to'ds her, she alluz did 'low dat all de gent'emen wuz in love wid 'er. "'You won' fin' much ter do, Mars Sam went on, 'fer Julia is a good housekeeper, an' kin ten' ter mos' eve'ything, under yo' d'rections. "Mis' Polly stiffen' up like a ramrod.
"One of the best side-kicks I ever worked with, Al Nekkir," says Madame Zenobia, sighin'. "He always slid out from behind the draperies at just the right time, and he had the patter down fine. But how could I keep a real artist like that with a movie firm offering him five times the money? I hear those whiskers of his screen lovely. Ah, such whiskers!
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