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"Things that I don't want never do me any good. Will you help me with my 'rithmetic?" "I will when I come back." "Where're you going?" "Out. I'll not be long. Answer Aunt Amy's bell if it rings, like a dear child." Esther's decision had been made, as many important decisions are, suddenly, and without conscious thought. All the puzzling over what was right and wrong seemed no longer necessary.
"Had your trouble for nothing, Hart," hailed the youngster cheerily. "Where're the men?" "Followed his trail turned to the east three miles below here," answered the trader. "Three miles below! Why, man, he wasn't below. He met them up Beaver Creek, an' brought 'em in." "Brought who in?" asked Hart, dropping his whip. "I don't understand." "Why, the scouts, or runners! Wren sent 'em in.
WHAT're you about! Snatch it! SNATCH it! There! there! Aft again! aft again! don't you hear me. Dash it to dash! are you going to SLEEP over it! 'VAST heaving. 'Vast heaving, I tell you! Going to heave it clear astern? WHERE're you going with that barrel! FOR'ARD with it 'fore I make you swallow it, you dash-dash-dash-DASHED split between a tired mud-turtle and a crippled hearse-horse!
The Yankees probably believe they've swept out this valley. You stay holed up here, and you're safe for a while. Then when you're ready to ride, Sarge, we'll head back south." He stopped to pick up his carbine by its sling. "Where're you going?" "Take a look-see for Yankees. If they got Anse, there's a slim chance we can learn of it and take steps.
He asked Will French to make friends with him and find out if he could where he spent his evenings. Will readily agreed, and at once entered on his mission with a zeal which was beyond all baffling. "Hello, Endicott!" called Will as Michael reached the front door on his way to his mission that same evening. "Where're you going? Wait, can't you, and I'll walk along with you?
There were two factions here, yet scarcely an antagonism, except possibly in the case of Kells. Joan felt that the atmosphere was supercharged with suspense and fatality and possibility and anything might happen. To her great joy, Jim Cleve was not present. "Where're Beard and Wood?" queried Kells. "Workin' over Beard's sick hoss," replied Pearce. "They'll show up by an' by.
"Oh, Bill! . . . Where?" She had run across the roadway. "Oh, Bill take us!" The boy running too yet not so quickly as 'Dolph caught a vision of a face upturned in blankest amazement as tug and barges swept down stream out of reach. But still Tilda hailed, beating back the dog, to silence his barking. "Oh, Bill! Where're yer goin'?" As she had cried it, so in agony she listened for the response.
"Well, Mart said, 'Where're the men they caught won't they help? and I says, 'They paid their tine and skipped. 'Fine? asks Mart, 'fine?
"No, I guess not." Danny answered his own question as though it had been asked by Chris. "Anybody knows he could look." "Could you see the el'funt?" Jerry asked timidly. "You could if you had eyes," replied Darn loftily. "Where're they goin' to unload?" Danny queried. "On the sidetrack by Smith's house, just back of the depot, at five o'clock in the morning. I'm goin' to see them unload."
While I sat on the edge of a feed box, a form darkened the doorway, and Farmer Decker appeared. "Hello!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" "I took the liberty to come in out of the rain," I replied. "Have you any objections to my remaining until the shower is over?" "No, guess not. It's a mighty heavy one. Where're you from? Newville?" "No, sir, Darbyville." "Yes?
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