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Mebbe, if you'd actually been born in Posey County you'd a-knowed enough to be a Jigadier-Brindle. Then I'd a lost you for a pard. This's a great invention. Why, it's softer and comfortabler than one of mother's feather beds. When I get out of the army, I'm going to sleep on nothin' but cedar boughs." "There, you're at it again the Wabash forever," returned Shorty, good-humoredly.
But this's worse.... And I'm a coward.... And I'm a dog, too! Not half a man! You slip of a girl and I couldn't hold you!" His pain and shame were dreadful for Joan to see, because she felt sorry for him, and divined that behind them would rise the darker, grimmer force of the man. And she was right, for suddenly he changed.
"Pepper, I've been trying to straighten Holt up. He's going to the bad. But he's a good kid. It's only the company.... The fact is this's strictly confidential, mind you Holt's sister begged me to try to stop his drinking and gambling. I think I can do it, too, with a little help. Now, Pepper, I'm asking you to help me." "Ahuh!
"Who kept the rebel from gittin' back to the train and settin' it on fire, but me and Sandy Baker?" piped up little Pete Skidmore. "Who got lost, and nearly killed by a locomotive. Don't that count for nothin'?" "Boys," said Shorty, leaning on his musket, and speaking with the utmost gravity, "this's a great military dooty and must be performed without fear, favor nor affection.
He read her name in the paper morning after morning, as having been present at Lady This's entertainment and Lady That's ministerial reunion. At first he was too shy to tell what the state of the case was, and took nobody into his confidence regarding his little tendre.
You'd might as well be drowned marchin' as standin' still. 'Tain't rainin' no worse further ahead than here. Forward!" "Close up, boys," said Shorty, taking little Pete's gun and the youngster's hand. "This's only a Spring shower. 'Tain't nothin' to what we had on the Tullyhomy Campaign. There the drops was as big as punkins, and come as thick as the grains on a ear o' corn.
Crewe waved the senator towards his own desk, and Mr. Grady filled out the blank. "It's lucky we are that I didn't drop in after eliction, and the book in press," he remarked; "and I hope you'll give him a good photograph. This's for you, I'll take this to Tim myself," and he handed the pen for Mr. Crewe to sign with. Mr.
The stoop called them when they left the boxlike dining room. It was still hot and airless. But the mosquitoes were out with voracious appetite and discretion held them to the living room. Irene flung herself on the bumpy sofa with a cigarette between her lips and a box near to her elbow. "This's the life," she said.
"Play your game, Pan. I'm sure curious." "First off then we don't want to settle in this country." "Pan, you've called me right on the first hand," declared his father, cracking his fist on the corral gate. "I know this's no country for the Smiths. But I followed Jard Hardman here, I hoped to " "Never mind explanations, Dad," interrupted Pan. "We're looking to the future. We won't settle here.
"This's different," and Wetzel turned away again. His voice was cold and hard. "How is it different? We've had the same thing to do, almost, more than once." "We've never had as bad a bunch to handle as Legget's. They're lookin' fer us, an' will be hard to beat." "That's no reason." "We never had to save a girl one of us loved." Jonathan was silent.
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