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Wal, she up an' tells me how she'd like gittin' in to Whitewater next winter, an' talked o' dances an' sech. Say, she wus jest whoopin' wi' the pleasure o' the tho't of it. Guess likely she'd be mighty pleased to git a-ways. Wal, I don't jest know how it come, but I got yarnin' of a barbecue as was held down Arizona way. I was tellin' as how I wus ther', an' got winged nasty. It wa'n't much.
I felt constrained, however, to tell a fond mother who sot immegitly behind me, and who was accompanied by a gin bottle, and a young infant I felt constrained to tell that mother, when her infant playfully mingled a rayther oily mack'ril with the little hair which is left on my vener'ble hed, that I had a bottle of scented hair oil at home, which on the whole I tho't I preferred to that which her orfspring was greasin me with.
"What are they goin' to do?" demanded Dan urgently. Ju puffed aggravatingly at his cigar. "Do?" he echoed at last, gazing distantly at the card players across the room. "Why, what any bunch of savee should ha' done five years ago. Put out a great reward." Curly snorted in disdain. "See, I tho't it was to be a big play." "You allus was bright," sneered Dan.
"Seth's real honest, an' an', far be it for me to say it, he's consequent a foolhead. What's dollars when folks love? Pshaw! me an' Rube didn't think o' no dollars." "Guess we hadn't no dollars to think of, Ma," murmured Rube in a ponderous aside. "Wal? An' if we had?" Ma smiled defiantly at her "old man." "Wal, mebbe we'd 'a' tho't of 'em." The farmwife turned away in pretended disgust.
Two of 'em ain't a deal at 'draw, the other's pretty neat. I tho't, mebbe, you'd notion a hand up here wi' us. It's better'n loafin' down 't the saloon. We most gener'ly play a dollar limit." And so it was arranged. Tresler stayed. He was initiated.
"Don't mention it," he said embarrassedly. "It's easy, two thinkin' together. 'Sides, I've tho't a heap 'bout things since since I started to fix your kiddies right. Y'see, it ain't easy." "No, it just ain't. That is, y'see, I ain't grumbling," Scipio went on hurriedly, lest his meaning should be mistaken.
"He fol' de letter wha' was in his han' up, an' put it in he inside pocket right dyar on de lef' side; an' den he tole me he tho't mebbe we wuz gwine hev some warm wuk in de nex' two or th'ee days, an' arfter dat ef Gord speared 'im he'd git a leave o' absence fur a few days, an' we'd go home.
And that his protest met with instantaneous approval was shown by the way the miners shifted uneasily in their seats and shouted threateningly: "Git! Git!" "Why, the fellow's a " began Trinidad, but got no further, for the Girl stopped him by exclaiming: "I know, I know, Trin I've tho't it all over!" For the next few minutes the Girl stood strangely still and her face became very grave.
It's a very plain text when you think of it, now, ain't it? I always tho't it meant kind o' good, as all the Bible does." "No, but He said them," urged Edith, earnestly. "It is a distinct, plain invitation, and it must have a distinct, plain meaning. I have learned to know that when you or Mrs. Lacey say a thing, you mean what you say, and so it is with all who are sincere and true.
But you're wrong 'bout him bein' the reason of us worritin' ourselves sick on this yer trail. It ain't your head which needs re-decoratin', neither. Nor it ain't your stummick, which, I allow, ain't the most wholesome part of you. Neither it ain't your splay feet. You missed it, Sunny, an' I allus tho't you was a right smart guy.
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