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"Do what?" rejoined the other heavily. An angry light leapt into Dupont's eyes. "You not unnerstan' my letters-bah! You know it all right, so queeck." The other remained silent, staring into the fire with wide, searching eyes. Dupont put a hand on him. "You ketch my idee queeck. We mus' have more money from that Henderley certainlee. It is ten years, and he t'ink it is all right.
Chris, mine boy, I haf ben a sailorman for twenty-two years, und do you t'ink you are so good as me? I vas a sailorman pefore you vas borned, und I knot und reef und splice ven you play mit topstrings und fly kites." "But you are unfair, Emil!" cried Chris Farrington, his sensitive face flushed and hurt.
The half-breed nodded, and in the dark eyes the Texan noted a half-humorous, half-ominous gleam; "Dat, w'at you call, 'reason over an' 'bove', she damn fine 'oman. A'm t'ink she lak' de pilgrim more'n you. But mebbe-so you show heem up for w'at you call, de yellow, you git her 'way, but me, A'm no lak' I see her git harm."
Slipping his own gun into its holster, the half-breed turned and walked toward the spot where he had left the deputy, and as he walked he threw open the cylinder of the officer's gun and removed the cartridges. "Sam!" he called sharply. Cautiously a head raised from behind a sage bush. "How long you t'ink dat tak' you git well? Wan man he lak' for git arres' w'en you git time." "Shut up!
"Two book alway open before chief; one in sky, t'other on ground. "And what had this book on the ground to do with my son, Wyandotté?" "Tell all about him. Major's trail first seen at mill. No moccasin much boot. Soldier boot like letter say great deal, in few word. First t'ink it cap'in; but it too short. Den know it Major."
The notary once more handed him the pen, but the same thing happened again. The butcher cleared his throat in a way to draw attention. Attalie looked towards him and he drawled, half rising from his chair: "I t'ink a li'l more cognac" "Yass," murmured the baker. The candlestick-maker did not speak, but unconsciously wet his lips with his tongue and wiped them with the back of his forefinger.
"Plenty of DEM. All about mout' of river. All about woods and Openings here. More dan you count. T'ink of nuttin' but get your scalp." "Ah! Peter; why is it that you red men wish so much to take our lives? and why have you destroyed the missionary, a pious Christian, who wished for nothing but your good?" Peter bent his eyes to the earth, and for more than a minute he made no reply.
From the direction of the coulee came the sound of horses' hoofs pounding the trail! Bat Lajune grinned into the dark as the galloping cow-horse carried Endicott out upon the trail of Purdy and the girl. "A'm t'ink dat wan good job. Mebbe-so de pilgrim keel Purdy, bien! Mebbe-so Purdy keel de pilgrim, den de sheriff ketch Purdy an' she got for git hang dat pret' good, too.
They might have got the best of us, but a warship visited the island just in the nick of time and rescued us." "So I heared out ob dat letter wot yo' writ yo' father. An' to t'ink dat Miss Dora Stanhope and de Laning gals was wrecked wid yo'! It's wonderful!" "It certainly was strange, Aleck. But, come, I am anxious to get home. Here are the trunk checks," and Dick passed the brasses over.
Now above all things Doret dreaded his "sister's" serious moods or any expression of her gratitude; he waved her words aside with an airy gesture and began in a hearty tone: "We don't stop dis place no longer. To-morrow we start for Dyea. Wat you t'ink of dat, eh? Pretty queeck you be home." When his hearer displayed no great animation at the prospect he exclaimed, in perplexity: "You fonny gal.
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