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He had promised the girl his help, and when the hole was sunk he chose the best spot for the next with fastidious care. He meant to play a straight game, although it would cost him much to let her win. By and by the miner picked up some of the bits of stone. "Weight's all right; guess the stuff's carrying heavy metal," he remarked. "Still, I've seen a lode pinch out.
Wouldnt of believed it if I hadnt noticed just yesterday how much worse an the city dump it looked." "Bet at stuff's ten inches high." "Brother, you can say that again. Foot'd be closer." "Anyhow it's uh fattestlookin grass I seen sence I lef Texas." "An the greenest. Guess I never did see such a green before."
"The fellow looked furtively at the door and then, diving into an inner pocket, pulled out a handsome gold watch with a massive chain attached, exhibited it for a moment and then dropped it back. "'That's the little article, said he, 'and before you makes a bid, you can look it over and try if the stuff's genu-wine. But not out here, you know.
"You boys kept to instructions?" he demanded sharply. "No one's wise to your camp?" "Not a thing." "There's not a word of me going around the city?" "Not a word." "The outfit's complete?" "Sure. To the last boy. You can break camp the day after this stuff's hauled and we've packed it." "Good." Kars sighed as if in relief. "Well, I'll get on. Hustle all you know.
Now, you see, I persave you have dacency. Here is your task; get that half page by heart. You have a cute look, an' I've no doubt but the stuff's in you. Come to me afther dismiss, 'till we have a little talk together." He accordingly pointed out the task, after which he placed him at his side, lest the inexperienced boy might be put on his guard by any of the scholars.
Nobody could forget you, handsome. Never no more, never. What do you say to another shot of hootch? The stuff's getting rottener and rottener, don't you think? Come on, swallow. Here's how. Oh, ain't we got fun!" The orchestra paused. It resumed. The crowd thickened. Shouts, laughter, swaying bodies. A tinkle of glassware, snort of trombones, whang of banjos.
"There isn't a feller back there in the camp," he added with a jerk of his head, "that would have hesitated like me when you handed him your dope. Thanks. Say, that darn stuff's made me feel easier." "Good." The missionary removed his empty pipe, and Bull hastily dragged his pouch from a pocket in his buckskin shirt. He held it out. "Help yourself," he invited. And the other took it.
From the whole rose that blended odour of viands, of flowers, of stuff's, of toilet perfumes, which is the characteristic expression of, all social festivities, and which exhilarates or depresses according as one is new or old to it. Elbridge Mavering kept looking at the faces of the young men as if he expected to see a certain one; then he turned his eyes patiently upon. the faces around him.
"I'm in the open hearth," Polder told them, leading the way over a narrow boardwalk, still skirting the broad expanse of the river. "It's a process, really, but the whole mill is called after it. We make steel from iron scrap; that's our specialty in the Medial Works; and our stuff's as good as the best. The bigger concerns mostly use pig. Turn in here."
The stuff's in the sole of this shoe." "Let's take charge of that now," Braceway said to the chief. They each grasped one of the prisoner's arms and hustled him with scant ceremony to his bedroom. Bristow removed his trousers and, unbuckling the belt and straps of the steel brace, took off the thick-soled shoe. Greenleaf put his hand into it and tugged at the inner sole.
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