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We ought to kill you right now, like we would a dog." "No, Mister, I haint killed nobody; I swar t' God I haint," gurgled the prisoner, trying to release his throat from Shorty's grip. "Where'd you git these things?" demanded Shorty. "Mrs.
"Do ye know what your doin'! Got any idee ye'll come back alive! I've been in some tough places before now, but shoot my worthless carcass if I want to go to Swanson's. He's killed a man, torn out his heart and eaten it raw, fer a fact." "Pshaw, who would believe such a yarn as that, man." "Swar to gosh it's true," continued Brodey.
Those grim guns that bore upon them, and the angry faces of Jerry, Frank, yes, and Andy, impressed them deeply. "Examine them, Will. Do you think either has been injured?" asked Frank. "'Course they ain't. How could they be when I kerried 'em carefully. Them scratches was on ther camera afore I touched it, I'll swar to that!" exclaimed Pet, really alarmed by this time.
De Lord, he is good, I knows he is, for I's tried him and found him out, and I's neber tired o' praisin him. Bress de Lord! He's new to me ebery mornin, and fresh as de coolin waters ebery ebening. Praise de Lord! Hallelujah! When I was a chile, I use to make massa's boys mad so's to hear 'em swar.
Nor I don't care a durn not the valley of a dried buffler-chip what may come arter hangin', garrotin', or shootin'. At all risks, them two sweet creeturs air bound to be protected from harum; an ef it comes, they shall be reevenged. I swar that, by the Eturnal!" "I join you in the oath," pronounces Hamersley, with emphatic fervour, once more exchanging a hand-squeeze with his companion.
"Wal, I swar, that are's cool." Nevertheless the tramp departed. At the bar he swallowed a huge glass of brandy, and then passed upon the street. From this it will be seen that Billy Bowlegs was in league with the notorious scoundrel who is known to the reader as Andrew Barkswell. This, it will be remembered, was on the same night that the robbery was committed at the Alstine mansion.
"Don't shoot!" he gasped, while his color changed to a livid green. "I I didn't mean nothin', I swar I didn't, Miss Graham. I was only foolin'!" and he tried to smile a sickly smile; but his eyes fell before the stern glance of the gray eyes fixed so unwaveringly on him. "Go to your room!" said Hilda, briefly. He hesitated. The lock clicked, and the girl took deliberate aim.
"Heigh?" exclaimed Levin. "By smoke!" the man remarked again, with a very ardent emphasis. "You must have been in Prencess Anne," Levin said, "to swar 'by smoke." The ill-raised man, with such an inferior head and cranish neck, now slipped around to the front of Levin and looked down on him, and whispered: "Hokey-pokey!"
Yow see, last night we were out arter conies, and thow I can swar we were out in th' open and not lookin' for conies on annybody's land, cos Dick an' I have already bin fined ten bob for snarin' conies on Farmer Cranley's land, an' if we went to Queensmead he moight think we'd been a snarin' there again. So Dick says to me, says he, 'Why not see the chap wot came into th' Anchor bar last night?
I ain't no use for Buck. He's kind o' white livered, but he's a straight citizen. Then the Padre," he laughed again, "he's too good. Say, he's next best to a passon. So it can't be him." He waited for concurrence, and it came at once. "I'll swar' it ain't the Padre," cried Curly warmly. "It sure ain't," agreed Slaney, shaking his serious head. "The Padre?" cried Abe, with a scornful laugh.
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