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This delights Billy, while 'Doby keeps trackin' 'round the room too tickled to set down. All he can remark an' he does it frequent, like it tells the entire story is: "'Billy, ain't he hell? "An' Billy ain't none back'ard admittin' he is, an' allows on hesitatin' it's the hunkiest baby in Arizona.
But then," he added, pausing, and getting somewhat cool "does she know it might be brought against me, or who owned it? I don't think she does; but still, where can it be, and what could she mane by Providence trackin' me out? an' why did she look as if she: knew something? Then that dhrame I can't get it out o' my head this whole day and the terrible one I had last night, too!
Whatever do you-all reckon a medical practitioner is? Do you figger he's a Mexican, an' that his diagnosises, that a-way, don't go? I notifies you this mornin' as I stands yere gettin' my third drink, that if this outcast comes trackin' in with demands for nose-paint, to remember he's sick an' throw him out on his head. An' yere's how I'm obeyed!
"I'm workin' on that clew," said Anderson as calmly as his tremors would permit. He was thrilled by the mere suggestion, but it was second nature for him to act as if every discovery were his own. "Ever sence I saw him on the road up there, I've been trackin' him. I tell you, Wick, he's my man. I've got it almost worked out.
Never lost his trail till I got to your ranch, where I had to circle till I picked it up again." "Stolen pasture tracked him up heah?" echoed Ellen, without any evidence of emotion whatever. Indeed, she seemed to have been turned to stone. "Trackin' him was easy. I wish for your sake it 'd been impossible," he said, bluntly. "For my sake?" she echoed, in precisely the same tone,
You'd keep the place looking like a hogpen, if I wasn't at you all the time. I never saw such young ones since the day I was made. Never. Whoopin' and hollerin' and trackin' in and out. It's enough to drive a body crazy." It's just her talk.
"Got any track of 'em?" asked George Ray one evening, stopping at Anderson's back gate to watch the marshal unhitch his thankful nag. Patience had ceased to be a virtue with George. "Any track of who?" asked Mr. Crow with a fine show of innocence. "The robbers." "I ain't been trackin' robbers, George." "What in thunder have you been trackin' all over the country every day, then?"
"'It's twenty years ago, goes on Enright, 'while I'm that season in Texas, that a sharp packs his blankets into Yellow City an' puts it up he'll practice some law. No; he ain't wanted, but he never does give no gent a chance to say so. He comes trackin' in onannounced, an' the first we-all saveys, thar's his sign a-swingin', an' ashoorin' the sports of Yellow City of the presence of
Uncle Adam, catching his panic, bolted with him; the two negro women followed. Only Mary Magdalen, amazonian arms bare, a rolling-pin grasped in a formidable fist, stood like a rock of defense behind us. "Ah jes' wants to catch any ol' corpses trapesin' 'round mah kitchin, trackin' up mah clean flo', an Ah 'll suah settle day hash once fo' all!" trumpeted Mary Magdalen.
He's mixed up in it from first to last, that's plain enough, by his showing up at Rushmere and then followin' Jack to Brindisi as he must have done. What brought him trackin' us all this way if he didn't know about the big ruby and was in with the gang that's carried off the Professor?" "But why are you so sure that they have carried Tom Haydon off, Risley?" asked Mr. Buxton. "Perhaps they " Mr.
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