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I's afeerd that trapper's rubbed out; an' thur ain't many more o' his sort in the mountains. No, that thur ain't. "Rot it!" continued the voice, with a fierce emphasis; "this comes o' layin' one's rifle ahint them. Ef I'd 'a had Tar-guts wi' me, I wudn't 'a been hidin' hyur like a scared 'possum.
'Have ye had a good manny desprit cases to-day? says I. 'It isn't that, says he, 'but I'm not a very muscular man, he says, 'an' some iv th' windows in these old frame houses are hard to open, he says. Th' Dock don't believe much in dhrugs. He says that if he wasn't afraid iv losin' his practice he wudn't give annybody annything but quinine an' he isn't sure about that.
He might a left the old thing to some o' his neighbours, for all he war worth; but it wudn't a been Hick Holt to a did it. He wan't partickler friendly wi' any o' us, an' least o' all wi' myself tho' I niver knew the adzact reezun o't, 'ceptin' that I beat him once shootin', at a barbecue. He war mighty proud a' his shootin', an' that riled him, I reck'n: he's been ugly wi' me iver since."
It's a thrap to do away wid ye I heard 'em cookin' it!" "An' ye wudn't be sellin' 'em to me at twinty-five, eh?" he said, aloud. "Go 'long wid ye ye're a domned hold-up man, like all the rist av thim!" And he slapped the black horse playfully in the ribs and laughed gleefully as the animal lunged at him, ears laid back, mouth open.
The walls of cotton-wood logs soared upward to a level of six feet, and this height was magnificently increased in the middle by the angle of the mildly gable roof. But before the cabin was breast-high the Boy had begun to long for a window. "Sorry we forgot the plate-glass," says Mac. "Wudn't ye like a grrand-piana?" asks O'Flynn.
I finally reached a state of mind that filled me with disgust, and I took an afternoon stroll down the road to Walmer Castle; and just opposite the window of the room in which the Duke of Wellington died on the sands of Deal beach I knelt on my knees and promised God that I "wudn't put th' dhirty gloves on again," and I kept the promise while in the training depot.
It's a secret o' coorse, an' I wudn't have yez mintion it for the world, though yez'll hear it soon enough. Micksheen has a new cage all silver an' goold, an' Artie says he has a piddygree, which manes that they kep' thrack of him as far back as Adam an' Eve, as they do for lords an' ladies; though how anny of 'em can get beyant Noah an' the ark bates me.
"Ay, an' ye've put yer finger on it; sure, it's just then that there's work to do combing ov 'em down, young 'un. If I was the skipper, I wudn't sit here with my feet in my pockets as it was, but I'd up an' run for it. Why, look you, we're short av victuals already; and we turn fifty av the hands in the mine ashore to-morrow!" "Turn them ashore how's that?"
"Perhaps he's after the horse-thief too." Blue Pete started. Then his head sank in one arm. "We can't help him thar, Mira. We can't be caught yet. . . . An' the Sergeant wudn't want to get us yet." "It'll be all over soon, Pete," she said more brightly. "Mr. Torrance has promised us the horses when he goes."
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