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Polly was too hypnotized to reply, or move, and Jeb soon was heard to say: "Sary, Ah cum 'cuz you-all invited me to be compny t'night." "So Ah did, Jeb. Won't you-all sit in th' hammick beside me?" came from Sary, coyly. "It broke thru, last season, Sary, an Ah mended it. But Ah ain't shore it'll hol' enny more'n you." However, Jeb moved two or three feet nearer the hammock.
So he waited the pleasure of his companion, sunk in a trough of the straw, ringed round with books, his thumbs in his palms and his fingers shut tight upon the thumbs through sheer emotion, which also showed in two red spots on his cheeks. "Reckon y' don't want t' go out no more t'night," observed One-Eye, after a moment. "No." Johnnie held his breath, hoping for an invitation. It came.
"Why, bless you, no. Old 67, she's been out on that spot Lord knows how long she's been out there. She's sort of a part of the furniture out there now. Why, the very fishes that come to feed on South Shoal, Mrs. Bowen they'd think they was on the wrong bank if they couldn't look up and see the barnacled bottom of old 67 over 'em. Rough? Lord, yes, plenty rough out there t'night, but not dangerous.
"No, mom, we ain't takin' any cakes or nothin' off nobody. Lance, he wanted to give this dance an' give it right. Ain't goin' to cost nobody a thing but sore corns, t'night!" Lance had hired an Italian violinist and his boy who played a harp much taller than himself and people coming from Jumpoff had brought them out. The Millers had come, with all their outfit. The AJ outfit was there to a man.
So, if thou wilt go, get thee ready, Anne, my dear, for it will take us to be off frae here by twelve o'clock t'night, for it is a lang ride, and a rugged ride, as thou wilt find it to thy cost, ere ye be back again. I was never there for my own part; but I hear that the sale o' feeding cattle is expected to be gud and there I maun be.
"Don't fire, you fool!" said the man who was blowing the smoke rings. "Them blanks dirty 'orrible, and when you've clean't the clay from your clothes t'night you'll not want to muck about with your rifle. There's a price for copper, and I always sell my cartridge cases. The first time I came out I fired, but never since."
You know there ain't any guy I'm scared of but I promised Hermy " "Pip-pip!" grinned Larry. "Say, if you don't turn up t'night, d'ye know what d' bunch'll say? Dey'll say you're a quitter!" "Well, don't you say it, that's all!" said Spike, laying aside his hat and clenching his fists. "Not me!" grinned Larry.
Lord, Hermy, why d' ye tremble, girl y' sure love him, don't ye?" "So much, Ann, so very much and yet " "You ain't scared of him, are ye?" "No and yet, I I think I am a little." "But you'll marry him, all the same?" "Yes." "An' t'night?" "Yes. But Ann, dear, when he comes in I want you to keep him with you as long as you can will you?" "Why, sure I'll keep him, jest as long as he'll let me!
"I am going there," I said; "I will show you the way." "Whur is't?" he asked, not moving. I pointed to the lights of the inn, flickering across the fields. "Yonder beyond the second turn of the road," I said, and, as he showed no signs of accompanying me, I added, "I am rather late." "Oh, I ain't goin' there t'night. It's too dark t' see anything now," he remarked, to my astonishment.
Paper 'n' pencil, Bud get busy an' I'll sashay over an' send it off for ye t'night." During Soapy's unusually long speech, M'Ginnis sat staring at him under frowning brows, but now he turned and scowled down at the sheet of paper, picked up the pencil, laid it by again and sat opening and shutting his big hands, while Soapy, lighting another cigarette, watched him furtively.
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