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Why," she continued earnestly, "Sol's been hog-reeve in aour taown ten years runnin'; and as for selec'-man, he'll die in office. Positions of trust come jest as nat'ral to him as reefin' in a gale of wind. Him and my man tuck to one another from the first." "Then you were not townsmen always," we suggested. "No, we wa'n't," was the reply. "My man and Sol met under kinder unusual circumstances.

The bird, hearing rustlings below, and feeling that his task of watchman was over, flew away. His song was heard for a moment or two in the boughs of a tree, then it grew faint and died in the distance. But his work was done and he had done it well. Henry put his hand on Sol's shoulder, and the shiftless one also sat up. "You've slept a week, Sol," Henry said. "That's a whopper.

He's played with me, too, and I can show you how to make the things and to play." A look of interest came into Sol's eyes. "We've got lots o' time," he said. "S'pose you do it, Paul. I know I kin learn. I ain't so sure o' Jim Hart thar." Jim was also interested, so much so that he forgot to reply to Shif'less Sol. "How'll you do it?" he asked. Paul's reply was to begin at once.

Snagsby, wholly unable to answer this or any question in his troubled mind, repairs to the Sol's Arms and finds Mr. Weevle languishing over tea and toast with a considerable expression on him of exhausted excitement and exhausted tobacco-smoke. "And Mr. Guppy likewise!" quoth Mr. Snagsby. "Dear, dear, dear! What a fate there seems in all this! And my lit " Mr.

They held their ground, and sent in a fire so rapid and accurate that Wyatt and Blackstaffe thought they were attacked by a force larger than their own, and, fearing to be trapped, finally retreated. The result appealed irresistibly to Shif'less Sol's sense of humor. "Ef they hadn't run, we would," he said. "Jest think how often that's the case.

I wouldn't if I was you. Then he went away, chucklin'." "Chucklin', hey? What made him so joyful?" "Don't know" Captain Sol's face clouded once more "and I care less," he added brusquely. Simeon pondered. "Have you heard from Abner Payne, Sol?" he asked. "Has Ab answered that letter you wrote sayin' you'd swap your lot for the Main Street one?" "No, he hasn't.

She's a little devil at times, but she always had good sense." "Tom, you can gamble she's gone," said Ladd. "Aw, hell, no! Jim, what do you think?" implored Belding. "I reckon Sol's white head is pointed level an' straight down the Casita trail. An' Nell can ride. We're losing' time." That roused Belding to action. "I say you're all wrong," he yelled, starting for the corrals.

"Aw, hush up, Sim! I ain't tellin' no secrets to anybody but Ed here, and he ain't lived in East Harniss long or he'd know it already. The mountain and Mahomet? Why, them was the last words Sol and Olive had. 'Twas Sol's stubbornness that was most to blame. That was his one bad fault. He would have his own way and he wouldn't change.

He handed Mrs. Greening's name to the clerk, and requested a subpoena for her as a witness for the defense. Sol's son Dan was the next witness, and Hammer put him through a similar course of sprouts. Judge Maxwell allowed Hammer to disport uncurbed until it became evident that, if given his way, the barber-lawyer would drag the trial out until Joe was well along in middle life.

I felt that we had reached the parting of the ways then, but I didn't like to point out his way too abruptly, because the friend who had unloaded him on us was pretty important to me in my business just then, and he seemed to be all wrapped up in Sol's making a hit with us.