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"Ho, yis! bery close at hand, Geo'ge!" said Peter himself, suddenly emerging from a place of concealment. "Now you come along wid me, sar, an' let dat poo' chile meet her fadder in private." "But she cannot do that, Peter, for Edouard Laronde is with him." "Who'n all de wurld's Eddard Larongd?"
If it's good in building a house, why isn't it good in getting up a horse? Sprung in the knees! Why, good gracious, man! a horse that is not sprung is not any horse at all; he is only fit for soap-fat and glue. Now, that's as true as my name's Butterwick. "And as for his tail, that they talk so much about! Who'n the thunder wanted a long tail on the horse?
Ye've jonced the senses clean out uv a score o' us." "Go to blazes!" shouts back Jehu, giving an extra crack to his whip. "Who'n the name o' John Rodgers ar' drivin' this omnybust, pilgrim? you or I?" "You'll floor a hoss ef ye don' mind sharp!" "Who'n thunder wants ye to pay fer et, ef I do?" rings back, tauntingly.
It passed, and he found himself half smiling down on this little, white-faced man with the matted hair and the bloodshot, chipmunk eyes. "Who'n hell's this!" demanded Darrell savagely. "Friend of mine," said Tally. "Come on." Darrell stared a moment longer. "All right," he said at last. All the way across the bridge Tally argued with his companion.
"Who'n hell is thet man?" yelled the rustler It was not a query to his comrades any more than to the four winds. It was a furious questioning of a memory that stirred and haunted, and as well a passionate and fearful denial. "His name's Wade," put in Belllounds, harshly. "He's the friend of Wils Moore. He's the hunter I told you about worked for my father last winter." "Wade?... What? Wade!
But I have an idea that you or I will go out, quick, if you don't cool down." "Here! you cut that stuff out." He came up to the counter, clenching his huge hands. "I'm Joe Clark, see." "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Clark. I'm George Bremner." "Who'n the hell's George Bremner?" he burst out. "That's just what I was wondering in regard to Joe Clark," I retorted, returning glare for glare.
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