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"You'll be gittin' too fond of 'im, if y'ain't careful, Joe," she said at last. "Git work; wot's troublin' yer?" said Jonah, with a grin. "Nuthin'; only I was thinkin' wot a fine child 'e'd be in a few years. It's a pity 'e ain't got no real father." "Wot d'yer mean?" said Jonah, looking up angrily. "W'ere do I come in? Ain't I the bloke?" "Well, y'are an' y'ain't, yer know," said Mrs Yabsley.
He looked first at the money, then at the Flopper and a tinge of red dyed his cheek. He coughed before he spoke. "Y'ain't going to stall on me, Flopper, are you?" he demanded, in an ominous monotone. "Stall!" the word came away in a roar too genuine to leave any doubt of the Flopper's sincerity, or the turbulent state of the Flopper's soul.
Moreover, ye may's well realize y'ain't popular 'round these parts; an' first thing, when I wasn't lookin', somebody'd be a-puttin' somethin' onhealthy into yer vittles, partner! We've kind o' took to each other, you an' me; an' I reckon we'd git on together fine, me always havin' me own way, of course. But there ain't no help fer it.
"Woke up, didn't you, you old stager? Y'ain't so bad lookin' when you're alive. Patty'll have to get him a new pair of bridle reins. Mebbe the whole town'll look better if it's woke up some. "Y-e-e-e-e-o-w! Cowboys a-comin'!"
Why," he cried with lofty contempt as he saw from Paul's face that the coin was not producible, "y'ain't got no suffering! Garn away, and don't try to tempt a pore cabby as has his livin' to make. What d'ye think of this, porter, now? 'Ere's a young gent a tryin' to back out o' going to school when he ought to be glad and thankful as he's receivin' the blessin's of a good eddication. Look at me.
Big Medicine it was who spied him first through the haze of falling water, and galloped heavily toward him, his horse flinging off great pads of mud from his feet as he came. "Say!" he bellowed when he was yet a hundred yards away. "Got any grub with yuh?" "No!" Irish called back. "Y'AIN'T" Big Medicine's voice was charged with incredulous reproach.
Minnie suggested then she stick it out till Christmas. “You'll need the money for Christmas y'know, an' you might not get the next job so easy now.” “Damn Christmas!” was all the new girl had to say to that. “Sure now,” said Irish Minnie, “an' she's takin her chances. It's an awful disgrace y'know, to be gettin' presents when y'ain't got none to give back. Ain't it, now?
"I takes me headlong flight by way o' the back room and on-root pitches Peg-leg's gun over into the canon, too, an' then whips around the corner of the saloon an' fetches out ag'in by the street in front. With his gun gone an' his leg gone, Peg-leg so long's y'ain't within arm's reach is as harmless as a horned toad. So I kinda hangs 'round the neighbourhood jes' to see what-all mout turn up.
"No! I don't," whimpered Bob. "And y'ain't no business to stop me. I want to go home." "Silence, sir!" roared Sir James again. "You do not know? Well, then, I will tell you. You are before me, sir, charged with stealing a boat." "Oh!" ejaculated Bob, in a tone of wondering innocence.
"Y'ain't the police!" it came in a choked gasp from the other, as he blinked in the sudden light "Say then " "Shut up!" ordered Jimmie Dale curtly. "And mind what I told you about moving!" He leaned over the bed. Old Luddy, though under the influence of the chloroform, was moving restlessly. Thoms had evidently only begun to apply the chloroform old Luddy was safe!
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