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I never told you before, Kiddie, but that day when your outfit was attacked by the Injuns, I heard one of Nick's chums say ter him time you was ridin' alone in advance of the wagons that now was the chance if Nick had a mind ter put a bullet inter you an' vamoose wi' the boodle."
"Vamoose, quick," she ordered peremptorily, "you coon!" The red of insult burned through the Mexican's dark skin. "Hidalgo, Yo!" he shot between his fangs. "I am not neg-r-ro! Diabla bonita , for that you shall pay me." He made two quick upward steps this time, but the stone, hurled by no weak arm, struck him square in the chest.
You have the frame of a bull with the spirit of a coyote and the courage of a sucking dove. Now in your own vernacular get a-goin'. Vamoose! Get out! I want to talk to your superior over there." Sullenly Nick Cambert mounted his horse and turned away toward one of the trails leading out from the little arena. "Come along, Joe!" he called to his follower.
Hadn't we best make sure?" "Perhaps you'd better let him vamoose," said Flood Rawley, anxiously. "Jansen is a law-abiding place." The reply was decisive. Jansen had its honor to keep. It was the home of the Pioneers Laura Sloly was a Pioneer.
"Vamoose, quick," she ordered peremptorily, "you /coon/!" The red of insult burned through the Mexican's dark skin. "/Hidalgo, Yo/!" he shot between his fangs. "I am not neg-r-ro! /Diabla bonita/, for that you shall pay me." He made two quick upward steps this time, but the stone, hurled by no weak arm, struck him square in the chest.
After this their plans seem to have been to trust to luck and the kindliness of the revolutionists. After waiting for some time at Key West for favorable weather, they at last started out on a dark night to make the crossing. A few hours after the Vamoose had left Key West a heavy storm arose apparently much too violent for the slightly built launch.
So I'll get young Douglas Fraser fixed up all in good trim, and when I get home and have published my books, settle down and marry a little woman I've had my eye on for some time. I will go in for a family life, you bet!" "Look out that you don't lose her," laughed Hardwicke. "I will not get left, you bet!" cried Hobbes. "Now, I'm going to vamoose the ranch.
"Well, I'm going to vamoose." "I'll tell you what I'll do," whispered George, who, for all his bluster was as curious as myself. "We will try the rear door where there are fewer persons. Possibly we can make our way in there, and if we can, Slater will tell us all we want to know." Slater was the assistant manager of the Clermont, and one of George's oldest friends.
Tom demanded, halting and trying to make out the man's face in the intense shadow under a ledge of rock. "Duck!" commanded the same voice. "I'll follow close. I'm alone, and some of that crew may pluck up heart and follow us. Vamoose!" "I'll go at your side, but I won't run ahead of you," Tom whispered back. "I know you, now. Thank you, Leon!"
He would have saluted any one not so distinctly rural as Bob McGraw. "You're to take me over to Stockton right away. Turn her wide open and fly. Great Scott, we're all in a hurry this morning. Git! Vamoose, and scorch the gravel."
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