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"Nuthin' much." "Jim, you're a liar," replied the old rancher. "Aw!" exclaimed Jim, crestfallen. "What're you hidin'?... You've got somethin' there. Gimme thet gun." Without more ado Jim handed the gun over. "It's mine, boss," put in Bludsoe. "Ahuh? Wal, what was Jim hidin' it fer?" demanded Belllounds. "Why, I jest tossed it to him when I sort of j'ined in with the argyment.
"Well, why don't you talk?" Himself interrupting the silence he came a step nearer, braced himself with legs far apart. "What've you got to say for yourselves? This ain't no Quaker meeting. Speak up. What're you all doin' here?" Among the crowd one man alone spoke, and that was lobster-red Bud Smith. "Tendin' to our own business, I reckon, Pete," he explained evenly. "You lie!"
"How d' ye do?" she said, nodding at him cordially. "What're ye doin' up here?" he demanded. "Ye lost? Come in! come in!" "Oh, no," answered the little girl, following him into the shanty. He lighted a lantern, and, turning it upon her, eyed her anxiously. She looked even thinner, paler, and more eerie than she had in the yard. "Sit down," he said, motioning her to a bench.
The shivering voice of Mary at his side he hadn't realized before how cold it was roused him from his melancholy contemplation of the spectacle. "What're we goin' to do now, Jim?" "Oh, we'll manage somehow," he declared. He picked up the lantern, looked down into her face, and his eyes twinkled momentarily. "That mule was lazy, anyhow."
But her quiet was broken by Sadie, who came leaping like a fawn down through the grass. "Oh, ma, Aunt Maria and Uncle William are coming. They've jest turned in." "I don't care if they be!" she answered in the same dully irritated way. "What're they comin' here to-day for, I wan' to know." She stayed there immovably, till Mrs. Councill came down to see her, piloted by two or three of the children.
"What're you about, old man? Wear you shoes of lead? Take our horses, and see you to it they are well rubbed down before they have aught to eat or drink. We have ridden more than ten leagues since the noon," cried the elder of the two travellers. "And ought to have ridden more," said the younger in an undertone.
No excuse for it, Doc; and I don't care what you say or what Lakla may say it wasn't my fault, and I don't hold it up against myself for a damn." "I must admit that I'm a bit uneasy about her threats," I said, ignoring all this. He stopped abruptly. "What're you afraid of?" "Mostly," I answered dryly, "I have no desire to dance with the Shining One!"
A boy of ten or twelve had appeared beside the girl. "Young man, what're those dirt-looking spots on your face?" asked the stranger, frowning with his eyes but smiling with his lips. "They ain't dirt spots!" returned the boy with spirit, advancing a step. "No?" said the man, feigning intense astonishment. "What are they?" "They're freckles," answered the boy stoutly.
I here's what I'll do: Most honorable public! PODKHALYÚZIN. What're you doing? What're you doing? Wake up! TISHKA. Shame on you; you're just running around drunk! RISPOLÓZHENSKY. Wait, wait! Most honorable public! I have a wife, four children look at these miserable boots! PODKHALYÚZIN. All lies, gentlemen! A most dishonorable man, gentlemen! That'll do for you, that'll do!
Steady there what're you about?" as a trunk came bounding and ricochetting across the gangway; "this wharf ain't no skittle-ground!" Meanwhile the coupé was slowly climbing a steep side-street which led to the Avenue.
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