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"Fellers can't even take a gape for himself without gittin' these cussed bugs down his throat," he complained, and coughed again. "Gimme some coffee! I got one skeeter the size of a devil's darnin' needle stuck in me windpipe." "A devil's darning needle? What is that, Senhor Tim?" inquired Pedro, passing him a cup of hot coffee.
His limp was forgotten, and for half the distance he ran neck and neck with Skeeter. Then he dropped to Skeeter's middle, to his flank then ran with his black nose even with Skeeter's rump. Even so it was a closer race than the crowd had expected, and all the cowboys began to yell themselves purple.
Right at him came Birdie Andrews, hat in hand, and when the halfback arrived he bowed and asked him to stop. The runner declined. McMurty was right behind and he also begged the runner to stop. Boggs tried to buttonhole him. Skeeter Wilson, who was as fast as a trolley car, ran along with him for twenty-five yards, pleading with him to listen to reason and consent to be downed. It was no use.
It was the beautiful young lady who had once taken his part in a fight with Skeeter Sheeley over a whip handle; it was the young lady who always smiled at him when she rode by Billy-goat Hill; it was she who had changed his life ambition from grand larceny to plumbing!
Seems to me I've got quite a bunch of money coming to me, from this crowd!" "Jeff, he'd a beat him a mile if his bridle rein had busted," an arrogant voice shouted recklessly. "Jeff, you old fox, you know damn well you pulled Skeeter. You must love to lose, doggone yuh." "If you think I didn't run right," Jeff retorted, as if a little nettled, "someone else can ride the horse.
Then came Bain, who weighed two hundred and seventeen pounds, had been a preacher, and was so mild that if you stood on his corns he would only ask you to get off when it was time to go to class. He was followed by Skeeter Wilson, the human dumpling, and Billings, who always carried an umbrella to classes and who had it with him then.
He meant to ask Pop about Skeeter, though Pop seemed confident that Smoky would win against anything in the valley. But on the other hand, he had seen in his short acquaintance with Little Lost that Pop was considered childish that comprehensive accusation which belittles the wisdom of age. The boys made it a point to humor him without taking him seriously.
She's almost crazy. I'd be afraid to leave her alone with old Jane. You get me and this medicine up home or shall I go around to Capehart's and have Barbie drive me?" "I'll take you, Skeeter," Vandeman said. "We're through here. We're for home to dress, then to the country club and not leave it again till morning.
"Mahaly wuz er likely gal," went on Aunt Verbeny, "an' when she las' come home, she wuz a-warin' spike-heeled shoes en er veil uv skeeter nettin'. 'Tain' so long sence Rhody's Viney went to Philadelphy, too, but she ain' had no luck sence she wuz born er twin. Hit went clean agin 'er."
"Wait I get up, I mash all de ole fly eberywhere," he muttered. Tickle tickle tickle. Slip slap. Pomp's hands delivered a couple of blows on his bare skin. Tickle tickle tickle. "You no like me come mash you, eh?" Tickle tickle tickle. "Yah! You great ugly skeeter, you leave lil nigger go sleep." "Buzz buzz hum." Tickle tickle tickle.
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