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"Who're the Water Babies?" demanded the Babe. "Why don't you know that? The little muskrats, of course, that live in the warm, dry, dark nest under the dome of their mud house, out in the water the house with its doors so far under water that no one can get into it without diving and swimming." "It must be cozy and awfully safe," said the Babe, who began to want a place like that himself.
Three men rose from seats by the fire as he did so, and one said: "Hullo, who're you?" Another added: "It's Pretty Pierre." Pierre looked at the table laid for breakfast, and said: "Where's Lydia Throng?" The elder of the three brothers replied: "There's no Lydia Throng here. There's Lydia Bontoff, though, and in another week she'll be Lydia something else." "What does she say about it herself?"
He saw me as soon as I was clear of the trees, and stood leaning on his rifle. "Wal, dog-gone my buttons!" he ejaculated. "Who're you?" I blurted out all about myself, at the same time taking stock of him. He was not young, but I had never seen a young man so splendid. Hair, beard, and skin were all of a dark gray. His eyes, too, were gray the keenest and clearest I had ever looked into.
With your pull you expect to get this smoothed over and hushed up, and have me at a hanging bee, and everything all right for Bill! Well " His eyes left Warfield's face and went beyond the staring group. His face darkened, a sneer twisted his lips. "Who're them others?" he cried harshly. "Was you afraid four wouldn't be enough to take me?" The four turned heads to look.
"Buster Jack's outbusted himself this time, sure," soliloquized Wade. "He's double-crossin' his rustler friends, same as he is Moore. For he's goin' to blame this cattle-stealin' onto Wils. An' to do that he's layin' his tracks so he can follow them, or so any good trailer can. It doesn't concern me so much now who're his pards in this deal. Reckon it's Smith an' some of his gang."
"Any man would. I'm not so certain as to some who call themselves gentlemen." "There're some who're real gentlemen worse luck to me Jimmy, for one. I can never catch up with him in that line, girlie, but I can make a stagger at it." "You can become anything you will, Tom," she said with calm conviction. "Maybe," he replied. "But, Jenny, I can't wait for that. Wish I could.
"Well, t' haave yer bowels think yer throat's cut isn't sauncy!" he said. The fire was low and the kettle cold. "Here, Johnny," Withero said, "jist run over t' Farren's for a ha'p'orth ov turf an' we'll haave a cup o' tay fur these folks who're workin' overtime palaverin' about th' dead! Moses alive, wan corpse is enough fur a week or two don't kill us all entirely!"
But I reckon I learned somethin'," he added philosophically, "and when I want somebody to tell my troubles to, I'll know where to go. Say, she's all right, ain't she?" "Yeah." "Who're you talkin' about?" "Who're you?" "Oh, you know, all right, all right but, say!" "Well?" "It's a pity she don't like cats." The sun was well up over the cañon rim when the tired visitors awoke from their dreams.
'If she sings to-night, depend upon it there will be a disturbance, he said. 'There may be a rising in spite of Medole and such poor sparks, who're afraid to drop on powder, and twirl and dance till the wind blows them out. And mind, the chance rising is commonly the luckiest. If I get a command I march to the Alps. We must have the passes of the Tyrol.
They have squatter magistrates and squatter judges you know we've got some daisies up in Queensland and they'll snap up all the best lawyers and pack the jury with a lot of shopkeepers who're just in a panic at the newspaper yarns. The worst interpretation'll be put on everything and every foolish word be magnified a thousand times. I know the gentry too well.
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