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Updated: May 13, 2025
An' that's what we want in this world to-day; more cheerfulness, more of the joy of life." "Have you tried it?" "Y'bet I have, an' it's allus worked like a charm. I could tell ye of many a squabble that's been settled by the means of a smilin' face an' a good hearty laugh. There's nuthin' like it." "You're an optimist, I see," and Reynolds smiled for the first time in many a day.
Word had spread rapidly that the Bishop would arrive during the week, and it was confidently expected that the parson would touch on the question from the pulpit. "Guess we'll git something to-day," one man remarked to another, near the church door. "Y'bet," was the brief response. "D'ye think the parson will say anything about old Billy?" "Mebbe he will, an' mebbe he won't."
That's what he's always doin'; runnin' away when there's work to be done." "He was home yesterday, was he not?" "Y'bet yer life he was, especially in the evenin'. He's ginerally around about that time." "Why?" "Oh, he's struck on the old professor's daughter. Her father doesn't like the Stubbles crowd, an' so Ben sneaks around there after he's in bed."
He said nothing, but kept his eye fixed upon Midnight, his admiration steadily increasing. He would like to own a horse like that, and down in his heart he determined to have one some day his very own. "What do you think of Midnight, lad?" asked the parson, noticing Dan's admiring gaze. "Great!" was the reply. "Wish to have one like her, eh?" "Y'bet." "You will some day, boy; you will.
"The Flyin' Queen, after the schooner I lost." "Will she sail?" "Y'bet. Let's launch her." From the window Mrs. Britt watched the two as they walked down to the shore. She recalled the day, over twenty years ago, when another little lad had trotted as eagerly as Rod by the captain's side, and it was to sail a small boat, too. Her eyes grew misty as her thoughts went back to that scene.
He stared at her for an instant, and then a sheepish grin crossed his face. His clothes were torn, and his hair tossed in the wildest confusion, while marks of blood spotted his cheeks. "What in the world have you been doing?" Nellie insisted. "Nuthin' much," came the slow reply, "Well, you don't look like it. Have you been fighting?" "Y'bet!" and Dan smacked his lips.
Come to the stove and get warm." "Y'bet I'm cold," was the reply. "My fingers and nose are most froze." "What's brought you away out here this time of the night?" questioned Stephen, "I thought you liked the store too well to travel this far from the fire." "Bizness, Steve, bizness," and the man rubbed his hands together, at the same time taking a good survey of the cabin.
"And suppose in the morning, being somewhat suspicious, you nosed around a bit outside, and found a steep rock with two letters and a cross cut upon it, you would wonder some more, wouldn't you?" "Y'bet," broke in Missouri, who had forgotten his cards in the story.
He spoke to the chauffeur, and at once the engine began to hum. But Eben was not to be thus defeated. He jumped upon the running board, and thrust his head into the car, almost into Randall's face. "Ye'll take me if I tell ye where yer daughter is, won't ye?" he roared. "Do you know?" Randall shouted. "Y'bet I do." "All right, then, get in," and Randall pushed open the door.
"But I can't stay in this place all night. Can't you get somebody to help me?" "Y'bet," the boy responded. "Buck and Bright'll help y'outer this fix. Jes' wait a minute." At this he hurried away, and although he was gone not much over half an hour it seemed to Sinclair like an age before "Haw, Buck! G'up, Bright! Git up thar!" sounded upon his ears.
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