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He went in for half an hour every morning and before his breakfast, too. You don't find the loggers or any of the settlers doing silly stunts like that. No, siree. "Guess you're a surveyor?" "No!" "Or maybe a gentleman up for shooting and fishing? Can't be though, for there ain't any launches in the Bay. Yes, you are, too, for I saw a launch in yesterday."
The lean, gray-haired man who had ushered them into the stable stood eyeing the mare’s distended sides. "I’d say, young fellow, you didn’t git her here a mite too soon, no, siree. She’s due right quick. Carryin’ a blood foal, I’m thinkin’—" "Yes. How soon? Tonight?" Tobe Kells made a quick examination. The mare, after a first nervous start, stood easy under his sure and gentle hands. "Late, maybe.
It's like taking the seasoning out of the mince meat." "Don't you believe it'll ever pass," asserted Bumpus, indignantly; "and just after I've made up my mind to learn every one of this list so I can rattle it off like I can already box the compass. No siree, every true sailorman will rise up in arms against it. You can count on my vote in favor of sticking to the old way.
Waal that's nowhere. But I shall find him some day yes, siree." Jorgenson, utterly disregarded, looked down dreamily at the falling cards. "Spy I tell you," he muttered to himself. "If you want to know anything, ask me." When Lingard returned from Wajo after an uncommonly long absence everyone remarked a great change.
Why, bless me! even if he'd had gumption enough to concoct such a scheme he wouldn't have the nerve to carry it out. He'd be afraid of himself! Fact! No, siree. Top-lofty never had a hand in this," answered the elder man.
"Why, do you know where there is more of it?" asked the professor, and the boys could see that he was oddly excited, although preserving an appearance of outward calm. "Yes, siree," was the emphatic reply. "I know whar thar's enough of it to load a freight train." "Shades of Huxley!" gasped the professor, actually turning pale. "Do you mean that?" "I sure do, Professor.
"Fine young stock, hardy and true and quick," said the owner, rubbing his palms together. "We don't want any quick one. We've had some experience with the quick kind," declared Stacy Brown. "They were so quick I couldn't get out of the way of their heels. No, siree, no quick mules for mine." "I don't think you need worry much about these," smiled Tad. "How much do you ask for those fellows?"
"He's 'bout eat up by the sharks by this time. An' when Ditty comes back with the loot; he ain't goin' to let you live to peach on 'im. No, siree, he ain't. Dead men tell no tales." Drew waited no longer. He had no weapon with him, not even a knife. But he counted on the advantage of surprise.
Landless Jock was drilling his spearmen, and as the shining triple line of points dropped to the "ready to receive," the old knight and former captain of the Earl's guard came forward a little way to welcome his successor with what grace was at his command. "Eh, siree, and what has brocht sic a braw young knight and grand frequenter o' courts sae far as Douglas Castle?
He called it 'blood money, an' cussed it good an' plenty with an elegant flow. It was his wife. Yes, siree, it was the woman driving the man. She'd located them rustlers by chance only the day before, while he was around Ju's place sousin' rye. When he got home an told her of the reward, she was nigh crazy to git her hands on the dollars. Seems to me ther' must have been a mighty scrap-up.
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