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"I'll tell yur what it is," said he; "yur kin turn with me ter the rendevooz, an' see for yurself; but if ye'll only jine, an' licker freely, I'll lay a pack o' beaver agin the skin of a mink that they'll illect ye captain of the company." "Even a lieutenancy," I interposed. "Ne'er a bit of it, cap. Go the big figger. 'Tain't more nor yur entitled to.
"Stan' yur groun'!" shouted the squatter in a tone of menace "stan' yur groun'! Don't dar to turn yur face from me! Ef ye do, ye'll only get the bullet in yur back. Now, confess! or, by the etarnal God! you hain't another second to sit in that seddle!" The quick threatening manner in which the speaker grasped his gun, told Stebbins that prevarication would be idle.
"We heern yur shot, Cap'n," said Lincoln, "an' we guessed yur didn't shoot without somethin' ter shoot for; so I tuk half a dozen files and kim up." "You acted right, sergeant; but where are the " I was looking towards the edge of the tank where I had last seen the girls. They had disappeared. "If yez mane the faymales," answered Chane, "they're vamosed through the threes.
Rekerlect that time down in Sante Fé, when you was a-goin' tew skin a nigger alive, an' wanted tew kill tew boys for interferin'? Still up tew yur boyish tricks, I see. Wal, I've still got th' same big foot that kicked you intew th' mudpuddle; an' th' same big fist that smashed that nose of yourn when you was a-tryin' tew kiss a Mexican gal against her will.
"You can't truly say you saw him even then," replied Larcher, guiding himself by the stair wall. "Oh, he turned around outside, an' I got the street-light on him. A good-lookin' young chap, to be roomin' on these premises." "I didn't see his face," replied Larcher, stumbling. "Look out fur yur feet. Here we are at the top." Mr. Bud groped to his door, and fumblingly unlocked it.
"Ye'll blab, will ye?" said Harry, eyeing him fiercely; "threaten to dow it again, and there's the portion that's waiting for yur neck!" and, as he spoke, he pointed with his finger to the cross-tree of the lugger, and added, "and ye knaw that the same reward awaits ye if ye set yur weel-faur'd face ashore! Out o' my sight, ye 'scape-the-gallows!"
"My hearin' ain't as good as 'twur afore I kim into this cussed country; but I thought I heerd some o' 'ees say, jest now, we cudn't cross the 'Pash trail 'ithout bein' followed in two days. That's a dod-rotted lie. It are." "How are ye goin' to prove it, hoss?" "Chut, man! yur tongue wags like a beaver's tail in flood-time." "Can you suggest any way in which it can be done, Rube?
Sacre Dieu!" were the exclamations of the hunters. "Surely no mortal hand has done this?" "It wa'n't nuthin' else," cried a well-known voice, "ef yur call an Injun a mortal. 'Twur a red-skin, and this child look 'ee-e!" I heard the click of a rifle along with this abrupt exclamation. I turned suddenly. Rube was in the act of levelling his piece.
This chile ain't niver been much guv to runnin' arter white wheemen, an' war gen'rally content to put up wi' a squaw. But sech as them! As for yourn, I don't wonder yur heart beats like a chased rabbit's; myen air doin' the same for Concheeter. Wal, niver fear!
I said I would come back to her in half an hour or so, when the daylight was quite gone, and prove to her there was nothing on the path. A hand caught her arm. It was Mrs. Irwin, holding the door close with the other hand. 'Miss Leyburn Miss Catherine! Yur not gawin' oot not gawin' oop that path? The woman was fond of Catherine, and looked deadly frightened. 'Yes, I am, Mrs.
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