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"You haven't any father?" the man queried at last. A lump rose in his throat and choked him. What had the child been told about him, he wondered. "Oh, yes, I have somewhere's, but I got another up in the sky, away back in the clouds, Mummy says. And he's awful glad when I'm good, and he cries like anything, when I'm bad. So I try to be good, and sometimes I'm gooder'n gold."
An' she seen somethin' b-b-b-lack scooting cross lots, l-l-li-lic-lick ety c-c-c-ut!" "Monty, if I were you, I wouldn't try to say 'lickety-cut, till " again reproved the girl-teacher, still forgetful of secrecy. And again Mr. Jones ignored her, asking the boy: "Where was Bob, son of Mrs. Turner, about that time?" "F-f-fudge! I don't know. Somewhere's r-r-round, m-maybe. But it wasn't him.
"I hate to leave you when it comes to the pinch, but if I live I'll make my way somewhere's else. There's other places beside these mountains where a boy can get on, I know." He resumed his way, forcing back the tears, and soon found his emotions subside.
"'Scuse me, Ralph, no reflections on your fambly, but hit kind o' teches my feelin's to see you fired in this shape, long o' your actin' the gentleman with me. Where be you goin'?" "Somewhere's down below; I don't know exactly where." "Got any money?" "A little. I'm going to hunt work; then I'll soon make more. I sha'n't stay in the mountains."
"I should like to 'ave know'd that old gurl!" whispered Tips to Quin. "Howld your tongue, ye spalpeen!" whispered his friend in reply. "Have you any idea, Captain, where we are now?" asked Jackman. "Oo ay, we're somewhere's wast'ard o' the Lewis. But whether wast, nor'-wast, or sooth-wast, I could not say preceesely.
"No," replied Fatty Matthews with calm decision. "It ain't possible. Well, I'm due back in my bear cage. Y'ought to look in on me, O'Brien, and see the mountain-lion dyin' and the grizzly lookin' on." "Will it last long?" queried O'Brien. "Somewhere's about this evening." Here Daniels started violently and closed his hand hard around his whiskey glass which he had not yet raised towards his lips.
"I made out a list of fellers down to the east'ard that I'm goin' to see this afternoon," he said. "Some of 'em I guess 'll vote for you, but most of 'em are pretty sartin' for 'Lonzo. However, I Where is that list? I had it somewhere's. And well, I swan! I come pretty near forgettin' it myself. I'm 'most as bad as Bailey." From the bundle of papers he produced a crumpled envelope.
"Me an' Lenore stand pat. You'll sow more an' better wheat than ever than any other man in the Northwest. Get my hunch?... Well, I'll tell you later.... Now see here, let me declare myself about you. I seen it worries you more an' more, now you're gettin' well. You miss that good arm, an' you feel the pain of bullets that still lodge somewhere's in you, an' you think you'll be a cripple always.
He was caught, for certain: nevertheless, his wariness did not desert him. "You took me rather sudden, Mister Walter." "That's fairly evident. Maize, eh?" He scooped a few grains into his palm and sniffed at them. "Better maize than my father's, no doubt. Where's Macklin?" "Somewhere's about. I say, Mister Walter " "And Jim Burdon?" "Near abouts, too. Be you goin' to tell on me?"
They say the mine is somewhere's in a big cave, but nobody ain't never found it, 'though there's them that says the Bald Knobbers used the cave to hide their stuff in, and that's how Jim Lane and Wash Gibbs knows where it is; it's all mighty queer. You can see for yourself that Lost Creek down yonder just sinks clean out of sight all at once; there must be a big hole in there somewhere."
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