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"Ya-as," yawned Gourlay; "it gives you the full flavour of the we-eed." The Deacon glimmered over him with his eyes. "The weed," said he. "Jutht tho! Imphm. The weed." Then worthy Mister Allardyce tried another opening. "But, dear me!" he cried, "I'm forgetting entirely. I must congratulate ye. Ye've been doing wonderth, they tell me, up in Embro."
Sloan. "Eating something. Come in and have a bite; and let the horses eat, too. She must have a rest. The young fellow went off pretty quick, eh?" "Ya-as." The drawl was one of doubt. "But quickness don't count. Fast or slow, he's on his way to capture if that's what you want to know." "What? We are followed then?" "There are men on the road; two, as I told you before.
"They knew the agreement before they started in with you on the job, didn't they?" "Oh, ya-as. They knowed about the contrac'." "'Nuff said, then," grunted the elder. "Oh! is that you, Janice Day?
The deputy sher'f, 'special, says he don't believe but what it was a frame-up to do him. And Bull Pepper, that found the money hid in the saddle riggin', says he: 'That money was put there a-purpose to be found; fixed so it wouldn't be missed." He looked a question. "Ya-as," said Pete.
It's a pole-cat," growled Curly. "And if it came when you called it, you wouldn't like it so much, I guess." "Oh, goodness!" gasped Ann. "Don't be so friendly with every strange animal you see, Ruth Fielding. A pole-cat!" "Wish I had a gun!" exclaimed Curly. "I'd shoot that skunk." "Glad you didn't then," said Ruth, promptly. "Poor little thing." "Ya-as," drawled the boy.
The man may be all right, ef he does wear hair on his lip. Charity kivers lots a sins." "Ya-as, but charity don't kiver no wolves with wool. An' ef he a'n't a woolly wolf they's no snakes in Jarsey, as little Ridin' Hood said when her granny tried to bite her head off.
Fact was, I didn't have nothin' with me more dangerous than a broken jack-knife, and I don't know how it might strike you, Miss, but to me that didn't seem to be no implement with which to make a b'ar's acquaintance." "I should think not!" giggled Ruth. "What did you do?" "Wal, first of all I give her marm's bundle ya-as I did!
He had paid no heed to Ma Werner's attempts at pacification. "Now, Pa!" she had said, over and over, her hand on his arm, though he shook it off again and again. "Now, Pa! " But he stopped now, fist raised in a last profane period. Buzz stood regarding him with his unblinking stare. Finally: "You through?" said Buzz. "Ya-as," snarled Pa, "I'm through. Get to hell out of here.
If they don't put nobody else up for committeemen, I'll vote for the taown pump!" "Ya-as, Walky," said Uncle Jason, slily. "That'd be likely, I reckon. I hear ye air purty firmly seated on the water wagon." Mr. Cross Moore was not a man who easily or frequently recanted before either public or private opinion.
"I'll take the milk, give you a receipt, and you can fight it out with the claim agent. I believe," added Mr. Carter, his lips twisting into a grim smile, "that you are the farmer whose cow was killed by this very train last fall, eh?" "Ya-as," said Si Snubbins, sorrowfully. "Poor Sukey! She never knew what hit her." "But the claim agent knew what hit the road when you put in your claim.
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