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'There's summat fresh i' mi een, awm thinkin'. Like as I never seed th' owd country look as grand as it looks this morn. 'Aw'll hev a look wi' thee, Matt; ther'll happen be summat fresh for my een and o'. And so saying, Miriam crept to his side and, in unblushing innocence, took her stand at the window with Matt.
"Yes, consarn that pesky critter with the finest horse I ever set eyes on, and while he's alive ther'll be no peace along the border." "That's right," agreed Pete. "He's a natural born trouble-maker. But I guess so far as we are concerned we are through with him." But Coyote Pete, accurate as were his usual judgments, was wrong in this.
"It'll be a fine morning to-morra, and ther'll be a boat going away to Kelpie for a peekneek in the ruins," said the porter, as the consul and his fair companions looked doubtfully from the windows of the cheerful hall. A picnic in the sacred ruins of Kelpie!
"Ther'll be sixty thousand dollars," the storekeeper mumbled doubtfully. "Good." "Good?" "Sure." Bill turned and gazed out of the window. "It needs to be a big pile. Makes things surer." "Surer? I don't get you." "No; that's so." The gambler turned back to the other abruptly. "Say, you get busy an' gas. Gas till you got the camp yappin' like coyotes.
Go straight back o' the barn 'bout a hundred paces; on the hill are two bunches of stuff piled up, one's wood, t'other's dried grass an' stuff. You go right out an' kindle 'em both. They're signals to the settlers around. Guess ther's eyes watchin' for 'em at every farm. When you see 'em burnin' steady, git right back and rouse Rube an' Ma. I'll git back later sure. An' ther'll be others with me."
There's the whole crew of the Talisman, whose cap'n he saved, and a lot besides; an' if ye do come to a fight about it, ye'll have a pretty tough scrimmage. Ther'll be blood spilt, Mr Thorwald, an' it was partly to prevent that as I comed here for. But you know best. You better take yer own way, an I'll take mine."
"Th' gals 'll soon ha' this erround th' house all picked out; they got purty nigh over it ter-day, 'n' ther'll likely be one more scatterin' pickin'," said Mother Tyler. Here a starched rustling on the stairs betokened the descent of Mandy Calline. Pushing back the door, she stepped down with all the dignity which she deemed suitable to don with her present attire.
"For goodness' sake go back to your kitchen, you absurd creature. I'll see to the matter. But the old woman wobbled to her feet almost weeping. "Now, don't 'ee, miss," she cried in her tearful anxiety, getting her form of address right the first time. "Don't 'ee be rash. Ther'll be blood spilt, ther' sure will.
"If he was here to-night it portends a deal," said Joe, sharply. "It portends that the biggest 'tough, the biggest man-killer an' hoss thief in the country, is on the war-path, an' ther'll be trouble around 'fore we're weeks older." "Who is he?" "Who is he? Wal, I 'lows that's a big question.
"Let him go, Ned," she said, "or ther'll be a row." The man took one hand from my shoulder, and doubled his great fist, which he held close to the woman's face in a menacing way. Then turning sharply he made believe to strike me with all his might right in the mouth, when, as I flinched, he growled out with a savage grin: "Ah! yer know'd yer deserved it.
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