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Updated: October 16, 2025
Always wiz him eet is ze knife or ze club and now eet is ze rifle. COCHON! W'en I fight, I fight wiz what le bon Dieu give me." "You appear to have a certain code, after all," Bryce laughed. "I am inclined to like you for it. You're sporty in your way, you tremendous scoundrel!" "Mebbeso," Rondeau suggested hopefully, "M'sieur likes me for woods- boss?" "Why, what's the matter with Pennington?
You had a vision of my father's paying you a nice profit on your investment, but he fooled you, and now you're peeved and won't play." Bryce hitched his chair farther toward the Colonel. "Why shouldn't my dad be nice to Bill Henderson after the feud ended?" he continued. "They could play the game together then, and they did. Colonel, why can't you be as sporty as Henderson and my father?
Just tell the chauffeur to leave them off in front of the mission and I'll pick them up when I come over the trail from Sespe. I can make far better time over the hills without this suitcase, light as it is." "You're exceedingly welcome, Sergeant. And, by the way, I have decided not to contest your right to Panchito. It wouldn't be sporty of me to outbid you for your dead buddy's horse."
He was a quiet, rather taciturn man, utterly averse to the pleasures for which his wife longed. She wanted to go to dances, to take in the theaters, to live in more expensive rooms, and especially she became greatly attached to a group of people of a sporty type whom her husband tersely called "tinhorn bluffs" and whom he refused to visit.
"I'll keep it myself for an investment. I'll show Uncle Seth I'm a business woman, after all. He has had his fair chance at the Valley of the Giants, after waiting years for it, and now he has deliberately sacrificed that chance to be mean and vindictive. I'm afraid Uncle Seth isn't very sporty after what Bryce Cardigan did for us that day the log-train ran away.
Now, a man from the Brondesbury police station is following one of the dead man's sons, a Mr. Robert Fenley, who bolted back to London on a motor cycle as soon as I threatened to question him. "Robert Fenley is twenty-four, fresh-complexioned, clean-shaven, about five feet nine inches in height, stoutish, and of sporty appearance. He had his hair cut yesterday or the day before.
I have a plan to propose, but I want to talk it over with the town authorities first." "Say, he's all right!" exclaimed Cole, when Bert showed him the letter and check. "He certainly is. I was barking up the wrong tree," admitted Tom. "Say, we'll be a sporty department, all right! Let's get red and blue uniforms. They'll look swell!" "I wonder what his plan is?" asked Bert.
Dunk and Andy were better friends than ever, and, to the relief of Andy, Mortimer and his crowd ceased coming to the room in Wright Hall, and taking Dunk off with them. Occasionally Andy's chum would go off with a rather "sporty" crowd, and sometimes Andy went also. But Dunk held himself well in hand, for which Andy was very glad. "It's all your doing, old man!" said Dunk, gratefully.
Never was cut out to play the lead in a quiet domestic sketch. Not with his temperament and habits. Hardly. Besides, he was well along in his sporty career when he discovered this 19-year-old pippin with the trustin' blue eyes and the fascinatin' cheek dimples. But you can't tell a bad egg just by glancin' at the shell, and she didn't stop to hold him in front of a candle.
I couldn't let on, though, about that inside tip I got from Arabella. It looked like it was Kick-in Day, or something like that; for here was Nutt Hamilton, a sporty young plute friend of Mr. Robert's, that I'm tryin' to entertain, camped in the private office, when fair-haired Vincent comes in off the brass gate to report respectful this new arrival. "A gentleman to see Mr. Robert, Sir," says he.
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