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"Ney' mind how 'bsurd 't sounds," returned the fair Trimble rebukingly. "You close y'r face 'n lissen t' me. Thass all you've gotta do." "I know you didn't do it!" cried Ann, tightening her hold on Jimmy's arm. "Less 'f it, please. Less 'f it!" Miss Trimble removed the pistol from her mouth and pointed it at Jimmy. "What've you to say? Talk quick!" "I happened to be down there "
"But what've we done?" Astro suddenly exploded. "The charges are listed in the warrant, Cadet Astro!" "But that's all wrong!" protested Astro. "We were ordered to " "Hold it, Astro," Roger interrupted. "Let's stop and figure this out first. We can tell our side at the court-martial!"
It was one or the other, she felt almost certain of that. At any rate, it had been. Cyril still lingered. "Aren't you coming along, Auntie Con?" "Of course," said Josephine, "we shall all go. Come on, Con." They knocked at the door, and Cyril followed his aunts into grandfather's hot, sweetish room. "Come on," said Grandfather Pinner. "Don't hang about. What is it? What've you been up to?"
The miners whom they passed, at work, gazed curiously; and one or two hailed with "Where you bound, strangers? What've you heard? Another strike?" But the party only smiled and shook their heads. Charley and Billy trudged together, leading burro and horse. "Did you shoot anything on the way across?" asked Charley. "You bet. Shot an antelope. Killed him first crack. He was mighty good eating, too.
The mob moved again towards the bar. The big river-driver turned on the grizzled old man beside the bar-counter with bent shoulders and lazy, drawling speech. "What've you got to say about it, son?" he asked threateningly. "Well, to ask a few questions first that's all," the old man replied. "You don't belong here, old cock," the other said roughly.
Mr. Schwitter rose and took a step toward her. "Well, I'll tell you why I came. Look at me. I ain't getting any younger, am I? Time's going on, and I'm wanting you all the time. And what am I getting? What've I got out of life, anyhow? I'm lonely, Tillie!" "What's that got to do with me?" "You're lonely, too, ain't you?" "Me? I haven't got time to be. And, anyhow, there's always a crowd here."
She lay in the dusk on the old couch watching the red eyes of the base burner, when Billy came in. "Just stopped on my way home to see if you'd go skating to-night," he said. "Tired out? What've you been doing?" Lydia enumerated the day's activities ending with, "Professor Willis is coming to call this evening." Billy gave a low whistle.
"He jumped out from behind that woodpile; the horse shied and threw me." "You're not hurt, I trust?" "No thank you; but" with a nervous laugh "I'm furiously angry." "That's reasonable enough." Amber returned undivided attention to the Bengali. "Now then," he demanded sternly, "what've you got to say for yourself? What do you mean by frightening this lady's horse? What are you doing here, anyway?"
"What've ye got t' say agin snuff-dippin', anyway, y' terbacker-chawin', likker-guzzlin', wall-oyed, splay-footed, knock-kneed oaf? What air y' greasy hirelings a-comin' down heah fo', t' sass and slander Southern ladies, who air yo' superiors?" "Give it to him, old Corncob Pipe," yelled Si "He needs lambastin' worse'n any man in the regiment. But what did you want to see me for?"
Do I have to tell you again?" He caught McGuire by the neck and stood him on the floor. "Say, friend," cried McGuire wildly, "are you bug-house? I'm sick see? I'll croak if I got to hustle. What've I done to yer?" he began his chronic whine "I never asked yer to " "Put on your clothes," called Raidler in a rising tone.
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