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"I thought I was alone," was Teola's answer. "So ye was," replied Tess. "I heard ye cryin' from the lower ledge of the rocks. What air the matter?" Infinite pity and tenderness in the coarse words, spoken in a sweet, persuasive voice, brought a fresh burst of tears from Teola. "I'm I'm ill to-day." "Ye'll be all right to-morry.... 'T'ain't much, air it?" "It is very much to me," whispered Teola.
Anyway, the game goes; we stop eatin' altogether before to-morry night." "You got me into this fix! And what am I paying you five dollars a day for, except to get me out and do as you are told?" "I got you into this fix? I did?" The stove lids danced with the vigor with which Uncle Bill banged down the frying pan. The mild old man was stirred at last. "I sure like your nerve!
In view, tharfore, of what I states, an' of you droppin' this yere Red Dog gent not an ounce of iron on him at the time! while we exonerates, we decides without a dissentin' vote to sort o' look 'round the camp for you to-morry, say at sundown, an' hang you some, should you then be present yere.
And sez he, as he took his change back, "Do you know what you're doin'? You're drivin' Samantha and me away from this place, and Blandina." And sez he, with an air of shootin' his sharpest arrer, "We shall go to Miss Huff's to-morry." And so we did. Blandina and I wanted to go there in the first place, so we felt well about it.
"How much?" demanded the clerk in surprise. "A hundred pound, young man," repeated Mrs Gaff, somewhat sternly, for she had made up her mind to go through with it come what might; "if ye have as much in the shop just now if not I'll take the half, and call back for the other half to-morry though it be raither a longish walk fro' Cove and back for a woman o' my size."
I'll prance over an' pull it on Red Dog to-morry. Which it's shore doo to strike'em dumb. "'Now yere's Hoppin' Harry, goes on the Colonel p'intin' to a thin, black little felon with long ha'r like a pony, who's strayed over from Tucson; 'I gives it out cold, meanin' tharby no offence to our Tucson friend I gives it out cold that Hoppin' Harry used to be a t'rant'ler.
However, it looks like it's becomin' a case of overplay in one partic'lar; our pore young namesake, Enright Peets, is himse'f gettin' a trifle the worst of it, an' I'm figgerin' that to-morry, mebby, I'll look that infant over, an' vouchsafe the news thar's something mighty grievous the matter with his lungs." Bill Connors of the Osages.
Ben Letts, looking at Ezra, closed one red lid, letting it fall slowly over the blurred blind eye. Neither he nor the boy spoke. Letts brought his squint gaze back to Tess. "He air comin' home to-morry night?" she repeated questioningly, raising her voice a little with an insistent glance at each fisherman. This time Tess read denial in their faces, but smiled radiantly.
Ef it warn't for that we could spend to-night here, an to-morry I'd take you all to see the fog mill; but, as it is, I rayther think I won't linger here, but perceed on our way." "Where do we go next to Nova Scotia?" "Wal, not jest straight across, but kine o' slantin. We head now for Digby; that's about straight opposite to St. John, an it's as likely a place as any to make inquiries at."
Whether or not this knowledge was new to his host the uncertain light of the dying fire upon that grave, impassive face did not disclose. "An' now," Kerry went on, "I've been thinkin' about Katy a heap in the last few days. I'm goin' home to her to-morry home to Philadelphy goin' with empty hands.
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