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"Strenger!" said he at length, "I've two things to propose to ye; an' ef you'll agree to them, thur's no need why you an' I shed quarrel leest of all plug one another wi' bullets, as we wur agwine to do a minnit ago." "Name your conditions!" rejoined I, "and if they are not impossible for me to accept, I promise you they shall be agreed to."
Thur's houses where you ken lay your han's on things goin' into the thousands an' lots ov um easy to get rid of without anybody findin' out. There's Buck he used to be great at it. He taught all the gang. The day he lit out he bagged a bit o' glass wuth tree tousand dollars, 'sides a whole handful of fivers an' tens wot he found lyin' on a dressin' table pretty as you please.
It was, as Rube had rightly conjectured, a small prairie about a mile and a half in width, closed in on all sides by a thick chapparal. Near the centre was a motte of heavy timber, growing up from a leafy underwood. A spur of willows running out from the timber indicated the presence of water. "Thur's a spring yander," muttered Rube. "They've jest been a-coolin' their noses at it."
Thur's no hopes o' meetin' the buffler this side, arter the splurry them Injuns has gin them." "That is true enough," said Seguin. "We must go round the mountain before we can expect to fall in with the buffalo. The Indian hunt has chased them clean off from the Llanos. Come, then! Let us set about our work at once. We have yet two hours before sunset. What would you do first, Rube?
Thur's sixpence vor the sausingers, tuppence vor bread an' butter, an' dreppence the pop, that meaks 'levenpence"; an' I drows down a shillin', and ses, "Thur's the odd penny vor the young 'ooman as waited upon me." "You hed thirteen shillin's worth o' grub an' shampane, an' you'll hev to pay twelve shillin's moor or I shall take 'e away an' lock 'e up vor the night," he sed.
Do 'ee see these hyur nicks: them standin' sep'rate?" And the trapper pointed to a row of small notches cut in the stock of his rifle. "Ay, ay!" cried several men in reply. "Thur's five o' 'em, ain't thur?" "One, two, three; yes, five." "Them's Rapahoes!" Rube's story was ended.
You have given the plan: I will trust to you for the details." "Why, in my opeenyun, cap, the fust thing to be did are to send a man as straight as he can gallip to whur the band's cached. Let him fotch them acrost the trail." "Where should they cross, do you think?" "About twenty mile north o' hyur thur's a dry ridge, an' a good grist o' loose donicks.
"My daughter?" muttered Holt, half interrogatively. "Your daughter!" echoed the Mormon, with imperturbable coolness. "But which o' 'em? Thur's two." "Oh! you know which I mean Marian, of course." "An' what do ye want wi' Marian, Josh?" "Come, Brother Holt? it's no use your feigning ignorance. I've spoken to you of this before: you know well enough what I want with her." "Durn me, if I do!
Thur's some o' them with life enough left to do for a ween o' ye yet." So saying, the trapper raised his long piece, selected one of the bulls that were seen on their feet, and sent him rolling over.
After a few minutes spent in this silent entreaty, the oracle seemed to have sent forth its response; and Rube, returning the stopper to its place, came walking forward to the chief. "Billee's right, cap. If them Injuns must be fit, it's got to be did whur thur's rocks or timmer. They'd whip us to shucks on the paraira. That's settled. If so be, we can do it as easy as fallin' off a log.
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