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Updated: June 5, 2025
"I ain't nobody," she said; "I know thet well enough, I ain't nobody nor nothin'; but I allow I've got suthin' to say abaout the country I live in, 'n' the way things hed oughter be; or 't least Jeff hez; 'n' thet's the same thing. I tell yer, Jos, I ain't goin' to rest, nor ter give yeou 'n' yer father no rest nuther, till yeou find aout what all this yere means she's been tellin' us."
Those men are professionals, and they're not in our class. It's evident Silence is a gambler. Gambling ruins any sort of a game. The man who bets money is liable to take 'most any questionable advantage in order to win. Betting is bad business anyway you look at it. It ruins a man's fine principles." "Yeou don't think that allus happens, do ye, Frank?" asked Gallup.
Thot he's done in Mexico." "And when yeou git through lookin' at him," suggested Gallup, "yeou might cast an eye round in my direction. Me and Barney have been partners, and, by jinks! I've cleaned up ten thousand, too." For a moment Carker seemed a bit staggered, but he quickly recovered. "What's ten thousand in these days?
"Yeou bet I will!" cried Ephraim eagerly. "I'll give 'em every cent of it!" "That's good," nodded Frank. "Now, boys, we're going into this game to win it. If we ever played ball in our lives, we're going to play it to-day. I think and hope this experience will teach Gallup the folly of betting. I shall use all the skill I possess in the game, and I want you boys to back me up. We can't lose!
Scattergood's nature to scatter good quite the opposite. "An' no married man should attend sech didoes. Like enough he will drink with the rest of 'em. Oh, 'Rill will be sick enough of her job before she's through with it, yeou mark my words." "Oh, Mrs. Scattergood," Janice said pleadingly, "I hope you are wrong. I would not want to see Miss 'Rill unhappy."
The fu'st I ever knowed thar war sich a thing war when they brought Pappy home daid," he looked down at the ground. "I war only a leetle brat, then, but ole Granny busted out a-wailin', 'n' put his rifle in my han's, 'n' tetched my face with his blood, 'n' but yeou know how our people takes the oath; 'n' ye know hit hain't no nice oath."
"I might ask the same question of you," replied Jack. "My name is John North and I come from Banton, Connecticut. "Bet yeou air called Jack every time. My name is Plummer Plucky, but I'm called Plum for short, though that is all they can make short about me. I hail from <i>New</i> England too, and I'll bet my dad is hoeing taters in sight of Plymouth Rock."
Just beyond the first group of saplings Ruth heard a rough voice say: "And I tell you to git out! Go on the other side of the crick, Jasper Parloe, if ye wanter fish. That ain't my land, but this is." "Ain't ye mighty brash, Jabe?" demanded the snarling voice of Parloe, and Ruth knew the first speaker to be her uncle. "Who are yeou ter drive me away?"
For a long moment he stared at her, his pupils dilating and contracting in a strangely fascinating way, and his body beginning slowly to rock from side to side as it had done in the thicket across the road. But just now she was meeting his gaze with a look of excited gladness. "Yeou! Miss Jane?" he murmured, each syllable vibrating with some deep timbre of admiration and protection.
"Should think you would want to. Guess I will stick to the old gal here a little longer. When I have got enough money to get out of this swamp in the way I want to I shall go back to old New England. "I tell you there is no place like the Old Bay State. Yeou won't think me a sneak for deserting yeou now, Jack?" dropping back into his old-time nasal drawl. "Oh, no, of course not.
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