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Lute'll stay till we can locate somebody else to take his job, and no longer." "Ya-as. . . . Um-hm. . . . Well, I tell you, Sam: Don't you get anybody else till you and I have another talk. It may be possible that I could find you just the sort of young man you're lookin' for." "Eh? YOU can find me one? YOU can? What are you givin' me, Jed? Who is the young man; you?" Jed gravely shook his head.
The fisherman nodded again. "The question is," said the convict, after a pause, during which they had waded back to the bank, "whether you are going to help me or not? Heavens! I NEARLY killed you while you were playing that fish." "Ya-as," drawled the fisherman. "I take it that you must have been tempted. I never heard you, owing to the rush of the water."
"Did yu have a nice time at th' dance last night?" Asked Hopalong, still searching the face before him. "Was there a dance? I was over in Alameda," replied Thirsty shortly. "Ya-as, there was a dance, an' yu can shoot purty durn far if yu was in Alameda," responded Hopalong, his voice low and monotonous. Thirsty shifted his feet and glanced around.
It brought the tears of pain to his eyes, and he turned and called her the name at which she shrank back, horrified. Her shock and unbelief must have been stamped on her face, for the boy, still smarting, had snarled, "Ya-as, I mean it." It was strange how she remembered that incident years after she had forgotten important happenings in her life.
By the time Walen had translated, we knew how many children the fat one had at home and when the thin one reckoned to be married. Too bad! Ya-as. Zigler?" "Not that I recall at the present moment," I says. "Well, do," he says. "You'd appreciate it. You'd appreciate it now, I assure you." "I'll remember," I says. "But I don't see how this song and dance helps us any.
It isn't everybody who can manage a hard shot as cleverly as you do, when he can only see the eyes of an animal. And that was the one chance we got." No man living ever heard a further word from Cyrus as to how his English friend bore the scares of a first night's jacking. "Ya-as, dat's a ticklish shot.
Then a friendly, half-abashed smile lighted Browne's face. He came toward the Deppinghams, his straw hat in his hand. His lordship retained his seat and met the smile with a cold stare of superiority. "I beg your pardon," said Browne. "This is Lord Deppingham?" "Ya-as," drawled Deppy, with a look which was meant to convey the impression that he did not know who the deuce he was addressing.
Yes, and on another that that cake is fust-rate. I'll take a second piece, if you've no objection, Mrs. Hepton." When they were alone once more, in the captain's room, Pearson vented his indignation. "Why didn't you give them as good as they sent?" he demanded. "Couldn't you see they were doing their best to hurt your feelings?" "Ya-as. I could see it. Didn't need any specs to see that."
"On them approachin' mules," observed William, "there is wimmen." I stared at him for a second, then attempted to strike him. He dodged wearily and repeated his incredible remark: "Ya-as, there is wimmen two female ladies onto them there mules." "Bring me my glasses!" I said, hoarsely; "bring me those glasses, William, because I shall destroy you if you don't!"
"Why, the folks in Greensboro vie with each other to see who shall have the best-looking yard. Your mother hasn't many flowers " "Them dratted hens scratch up all the flowers I plant," sighed Aunt 'Mira. "I give up all hopes of havin' posies till Jason mends the henyard fence." "Now you say yourself the hens only lay when they're rangin' around, 'Mira," observed Uncle Jason, mildly. "Ya-as.
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