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The boy's white American white. Who ever seed a yeller-hided Mexikin with them eyes and ha'r? Jack, this hyur's Cap'n Haller. If yur kin iver save his life by givin' yur own, yur must do it, de ye hear?" "I will," said the boy resolutely. "Come, Lincoln," I interposed, "these conditions are not necessary. You remember I was in your debt." "Ain't worth mentioning Cap; let bygones be bygones!"
I felt the powder in with my finger, and pushing the ball on top of it, rolled the cylinder to the right notch, and cocked. As the spring "clicked," I saw the eyes start. "It will be on me now!" Quick as the thought, I placed my finger to the trigger but before I could level, a voice, with a well-known accent, restrained me. "Hold on thur!" cried the voice. "Why didn't 'ee say yur hide wur white?
"Can I not go with you?" I asked in hopes of drawing him to declare his design. "The weather has cleared up; and I should prefer riding out, to staying here alone. If it is not some business of a private nature " "Thar's nothin' particularly private about it, stranger; but it's a bizness I don't want you to be mixed up in. I guess ye've got yur own troubles now; 'ithout takin' share o' myen."
"Kay or no kay cosser or no cosser yer don't go out o' hyur afore we do. Rowl, axe yur friend for a piece o' twine, will yer?" The padre appealed to our host, and he in turn appealed to Raoul. The Mexican was in a dilemma. He dared not offend the cure, and on the other hand he did not wish to dictate to his old comrade Raoul.
"Ay, that's what Rube means." "Boyees!" said Rube, not heeding the remark, and apparently in good humour, now that he was satisfying his appetite, "what's the nassiest thing, leavin' out man-meat, any o' 'ees iver chawed?" "Woman-meat, I reckin." "'Ee chuckle-headed fool! yur needn't be so peert now, showin' yur smartness when 'tain't called for nohow."
Ye ain't badly skeert, air yur?" "No," firmly responded the boy, crossing over. "I tuk him from a scoundrelly Crow thet I overhauled on a fork of the Yellerstone. He gin me a long pedigree, that is, afore I kilt the skunk. He made out as how his people hed tuk the boy from the Kimanches, who hed brought him from somewhar down the Grande. I know'd it wur all bamboozle.
Ye've won her, stranger! an' ye've got her. All I kin now do is to say, that, from the bottom o' my heart I consent to yur keepin' her." "Thanks thanks!" Lilian was mine for ever. The curtain falls upon our drama; and brief must be the epilogue.
On the last day of all, by his own persistent wish, a certain number of members of the Brotherhood came to say good-by to him. They came in one by one, Macdonald first. The old Scotchman, from the height of his sixty years of tough weather-beaten manhood, looked down on Robert with a fatherly concern. 'Eh, Mister Elsmere, but it's a fine place yur gawin' tu, they say.
And he might survive to avenge them! The last reflection would have decided him! But Wilder had not waited for him to determine. While speaking the urgent words, he laid his huge hand upon Hamersley's shoulder and half led, half dragged him in the direction of the horses. "Keep hold o' yur rifle, though it air empty," hurriedly counselled the guide. "If we shed get away, it will be needed.
"We will defend this, then. Dismount, men! Throw yourselves behind the rocks!" "If 'ee take my advice, cap, I'd let the mules and weemen keep for'ard, with a lot o' the men to look arter 'em; them that's ridin' the meanest critters. It'll be nose an' tail when we do go; and if they starts now, yur see wa kin easy catch up with 'em t'other side o' the parairar." "You are right, Rube!
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