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Dick had been bent over the high desk, with plans unrolled before him, and a sheet of paper on which he made calculations, whistling as he did so. "First time I've heard you whistle since we left the Coeur d'Alenes," Bill went on, grinning slyly, as if secretly pleased. "What're you up to?" "Finding out if by sinking we couldn't cut that green lead about two hundred feet farther down."
They rode for some hours across a flat, joyless country without either man making a move, but as the train neared Gunsight Rimrock rose up and went forward to where L. W. sat. "Well, what're you all bowed up about?" he enquired bluffly. "Has your girl gone back on you, or what?" "Go on away!" answered L. W. dangerously, "I don't want to talk to you, you thief!"
"What for?" demanded the woman, speaking with the air of one in authority. "'Cause she wouldn't let old Sal beat Kit half to death," answered the child. "Ho! Sal's a devil and Pinky's a fool to meddle with her." Then turning to the policeman, who still had his hand on the girl, she said, "What're you goin' to do, John?" "Goin' to lock her up. She's drunk an' bin a-fightin'."
"I don't know," Danny asserted quickly. "What're you cryin' for, Celia Jane?" "I want to see the circus," sobbed Celia Jane. She raised her face and there were tears running down it. "You ain't got no ticket, have you?" asked Danny. "Nor fifty cents?" "N-n-no," sobbed Celia Jane. "Then there ain't no chance at all of your gettin' in, is there?" "I ain't never seen no circus," moaned Celia Jane.
Later, when she went out to ride, she saw the cowboy Lem working in the blacksmith shop. "Wal, Miss Collie, air you-all still hangin' round this hyar ranch?" he asked, with welcoming smile. "Lem, I'm almost ashamed now to face my good friends, I've neglected them so long," she replied. "Aw, now, what're friends fer but to go to?... You're lookin' pale, I reckon.
But hardly had Mrs. Warham given the Sinclairs' number to the exchange girl when Ruth called from the head of the stairs: "What're you doing there, mamma?" "I'll tell Mrs. Sinclair you're sick and can't come. Then I'll send Susan in your place." "Don't!" cried Ruth, in an agitated, angry voice. "Ring off quick!" "Now, Ruth, let me " "Ring off!" ordered Ruth. "You mustn't do that.
"What're you two space bums talking about?" "I'll tell you what! He's going to try " Loring suddenly stood up and slapped the shorter spaceman across the mouth. Mason sat down, a dazed look on his face. "You space-crawling rat!" hissed Loring. "You'll do what I tell you to do, see?" "Yeah yeah, sure," bleated Mason. "O.K. Anything you say. Anything." "What is this?" demanded Shinny.
"Miss Charity," Jeems had not taken his eyes from the two models since he had arrived and he did not move them now, "what're they all fixed up like that fur?" "It's a picture for a story," she explained. "A story about Haiti in the old days " "Ah reckon Ah know," he nodded eagerly, his face suddenly alight. "That's wheah th' blacks kilt th' French back in history times. Ah got me a book 'bout it.
"What're you givin' us is that straight goods?" he demanded, doubtingly. Langdon didn't answer the question direct; he said: "My man's afraid somebody'll get at The Dutchman. There's a lot of horse sickness about, an' if anyone was to take some of the poison from a sick horse's nose and put it in The Dutchman's nostrils at night, why he'd never start in the Derby, I reckon."
It's not going to be either easy or fun, and none of us blame you for being reluctant." "No, it will not be either," she agreed. "Thark is quite powerful. It is entirely possible that he will kill both of us." "What're the odds?" "Not good. I estimate I have perhaps one chance in five of defeating him, perhaps less." Medart whistled. "That's bad.
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