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Seemed to be gen'ral fav'rites with the crowd, for they were swappin' hails right and left, and she was makin' dates for the next ground and lofty number, I expect; when all of a sudden they're stopped by someone, there's a brief but breezy little argument, and I hears a soft thud that listens like a short arm jab bein' nestled up against a jawbone.
Binkus paused again to put another coal on his pipe. Then he listened a moment and looked up at the rocks above their heads, for they were camped in a cave at the mouth of which they had built a small fire, in a deep gorge. Presently he went on: "I found a heap o' Injuns at Swegache Mohawks, Senekys, Onandogs an' Algonks. They had been swappin' presents an' speeches with the French.
"The only reason he ain't down here swappin' yarns with the boys, is because he's havin' some sort of confab with the Jedge and Joe Medill of the 'Chicagy Press' and 'Tribune'." "Do you think he would see me?" asked Stephen, eagerly. He was emboldened by the apparent lack of ceremony of the candidate. The landlord looked at him in some surprise. "Wal, I reckon.
It's like this: First off you tell me where the wad is; then I tell you about Helma." Makes him groan a bit, that does, and he scowls at me stubborn. "They tried all that on at Headquarters," says he. "It's no use." "You'd get off lighter if you told," says I. "I've nothing to tell," he insists. "How about swappin' what you know for two tickets to Australia?" I suggests. "Hah!" says he.
"'Which the joyous outcome of this tangle shows, says Dan Boggs, as he hammers his glass on the bar an' shouts for another all 'round, 'that you-all can't have too much talk swappin', when the objects of the meetin' is to avert blood.
Young Bones looked unhappy, for making both ends meet was a problem he had not mastered as yet. Scattergood got up, closed the door, and walked softly back to the desk. He drew from his pocket the roll of bills, and spread them out in alluring pattern. "Them's your'n," said he. "Mine? How? What for?" "I'm swappin' with you." "For what, Mr. Baines?"
The bluff of this yere ignoble Pistol is too much. Hotspur r'ars loose an' charges him. This egreegious Pistol gets crumpled up, an' Hotspur goes over him like a baggage wagon. The shock is sech that Pistol falls over a wash-bank; an' after swappin' end for end, lands twenty feet below with a groan an' a splash in the Caliente.
And then, by golly, to go and make a fluke like that before them Diamond G men to go and let that blue roan pile yuh up b'fore he'd got rightly started t' pitch If yuh'd stayed with him till he got t' swappin' ends there, it wouldn't uh looked quite so bad. But t' go and git throwed down right in the start By golly!" Slim faced Andy accusingly.
Keeps swappin' firewater fer land an' no idee o' the danger." They left the woman in tears. "It's awful lonesome here. I'll never see ye ag'in," she declared as she stood wiping her eyes with her apron. "Here now you behave!" Solomon exclaimed. "I'll toddle up to your door some time next summer." "Mirandy is a likely womern I tell ye," Solomon whispered as they went away. "He is a mean devil!
Payin' that Simmie Crocker fourteen dollars a WEEK for drivin' team and swappin' our good sugar and flour for sewin'-circle lies over folks' back fences! I never heard such a thing in my life. Why, Baker's Bazaar don't pay the man on their team but ten a week. I know that 'cause he told me so himself. And Baker's Bazaar's got more trade than we have." "Yes.
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