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She's got the disposition of a Comanche with a streak of lightnin' on a drunk throwed in. You keep off that hoss!" "Maybe," said Collie. "But I notice you put me to breakin' about all the stock on this ranch that you can't handle yourself." Which was true. Williams shaved and perspired in silence. "Let's see," he said presently, emerging from the wash-basin. "When's that barbecue comin' off?"
Ferdinand's fine bass voice vibrated with surprise. "Yes. Not partially in bed, but really and truly in bed?" "Well, sir," returned Mr. Ferdinand, with decided dignity, "when I am in bed, sir, I am." "And when's that?" "By twelve, sir." "I thought as much," cried the Prophet, with slightly theatrical solicitude. "You sit up too late, Mr. Ferdinand." "I hope, sir, that I "
"I bet he did!" cried James, with more vigor than he had shown before. "He's a great man; I'm for him! When's he coming back?" "Early in the morning, I hope," said Agatha, swallowing her misgivings. "That's good," said James. "I think I'll be about and good for something myself by that time." There was another long pause, so long that Agatha thought James must have gone to sleep again.
Polly's musing was interrupted by the return of Buck McKee. "Is Bud Lane over yere?" he asked. "You must have passed him just now. He's just got in from night-herdin'." "I thought I seed him comin' this way. When's the weddin'-bells goin' to ring?" Polly flushed. "Next month. Then you'll lose Bud's company fer good," she answered defiantly. "Well, I ain't been doin' him much good," Buck assented.
"When does he take away?" "In His own good time." "When's that?" "'Tis not for sinful man to say. He sends His message to the man in the pride of his youth or to the babe in its cradle. He reaches forth His hand and takes away."
'Wot's he here for? says half av 'em, while the other half, which is the majority, they says, 'When's the old 'un a-sending him to Europe to cut our throats? they says; and there's the divil among 'em more divil than I ever seed." "It must be dull work wintering here," I said at hazard; and he took up the words mighty eagerly.
He sat there and looked up at the Widow Newbolt, raising his eyebrows and rolling his eyes, but not lifting his head, which was slightly bent. "Well, what's to be's to be," said he. "When's he goin' to marry?" "When he's through goin' to college." "That'll be two or three years, maybe?" "Maybe." "Hum; Alice Price she'll be gettin' purty well along by that time."
Jerkily he came to the realization that the girl had ceased speaking. "When's it to be?" "A week from to-morrow night. Are you going to be here that long?" She realized the slip of her tongue and colored slightly. Fairchild, recovered now, reached into a pocket and carefully fingered the bills there.
I hanna seen the lad this two hour I'd welly forgot as he'd e'er growed up from a babby when's feyther carried him." Adam was seated on a rough bench, his head supported by his arm, which rested from the shoulder to the elbow on the long planing-table in the middle of the workshop.
Well, friend Davenant is taking it. He'll reach the House called Beautiful as straight as a die. Don't you fret about that. You'll owe him nothing in the long run, because he'll get all the reward he's entitled to. When's the wedding? Fixed the date yet?" "Not going to fix one," Ashley explained, moodily.
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