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"What?" "He air wantin' to see ye, Tessibel. Will ye go to him?" "Nope," Tess burst forth spontaneously. Myra looked at her curiously. "He ain't amountin' to much," she ventured, "but he air a pappy that air somethin', ain't it?" "Yep," mused Tessibel. "A daddy air more than a mammy." So had Tessibel and Myra been brought up to believe.
"Yep, and he kept on hugging and kissing her like this " Billy went into an ecstasy of portrayal. Suddenly, however, he reeled into sanity, for Jude had struck him across the cheek with the back of a hand trembling with new-born emotion. "Take that, you impish brat," he had said, "and more like it if you stand there another minute with your lying capers."
No, Chief, I wouldn't call ye f'I didn't think t'was pretty sure. Yep! I think they'll come out soon's it gets real dark. Yep, I think they ben there all day. I ain't sure, but I think. You won't fail me, will you Chief. No, sure! I'll stick by. Be sure to bring three men, there's two of 'em, I ain't rightly sure but three. I jus' stirred another up. Whatssay? No, I'm 'lone! Aw, I'm awright! Sure.
"Now, then, answer me a few questions. Did your father ever live in Syracuse?" "Yep, me and Flea were born there." "How old are you?" "Comin' sixteen." "And your sister? Tell me about her. Is she how old is she?" "We be twins," replied Floyd steadily. The girl, watching the unfolding of a life's tragedy, was silent even to hushing her breathing. The truth was slowly dawning upon her.
But, good heavens, man, surely I saw your name in the casualty list... missing, wasn't it?" "Yep!" replied the other smiling, "that's so! It's a long story and it'll keep! But tell me about yourself... this," he kicked the kit-bag with the toe of his boot, "looks like a little leave! Just in from France?"
Floyd was silent, and sometime passed before he heard the girl's smothered voice: "And I'm goin' to love him always even after we go away!" "We ain't goin' away," said Floyd. "Who said so?" "Mr. Shellington." "When?" "Last night." Fledra lifted her head and grasped the boy's thin hands in hers. "You're sure it was last night, Fluke?" "Yep, I be sure. I was layin' here with my face to the wall.
Red Wilson had red eyes from fighting the flying sand, and red dust pasted in his scraggy beard, and as he gave his belt an upward hitch little red clouds flew from his gun-sheath. "Yep. An' I left a wheel an' part of the load on the trail," he said. With him were Indians who began to unhitch the teams. Riders lounging in the shade greeted Wilson and inquired for news.
"Yep," replied the driver with a glance at the sea. "There's goin' to be a lively kick-up before mornin'." Archie eyed his top-coat and umbrella with the pardonable satisfaction of a man who travels prepared for all weathers. To follow the shore path in the teeth of a storm would do much toward establishing his self-confidence and prove that he was not a mollycoddle.
Lon Cronk struggled on against the wind to a hut in the rocks, opened the door, and stepped inside. A woman, not unlike him, in spite of added years, rose as he entered. "So ye comed, Lon," she said. "Course! Did Eli get here with the other brat?" "Yep, there 'tis. And he's been squalling for the whole night and day. He wanted the other little 'un, I'm a thinkin'."
Yep, stuff ain't been in more'n five days. Smooth, ain't it? Medicine, that's what I call it; a gentleman's drink goes down like water." Observing a rather quizzical light in the eyes of Bard, he felt that he had probably been making a few missteps, and being warmed greatly at the heart by the whisky, he launched forth in a new phase of the conversation.
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