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Billy lifted bleared eyes and stopped pedalling, almost falling off his wheel, but recovering himself with a wrench of pain and sliding off. "Awwright!" said Billy, "Thanks!" "You look all in, son," said the man kindly. "Yep," said Billy laconically, "'yam! Been up all night. Care f'I sleep?" "Help yourself," said the man, giving a lift with the wheel, and putting it in behind.
I'll call up the District Attorney's office right away. He gets those tickets to Australia, too. Leave that to me." Yep! Mrs. Connie wa'n't chuckin' any bluff. She went down herself and had the indictment ditched.
Attractive women crowded around guys who wore hammer hooks and Stanley tapes like jewelry on their belts, totems of a better way. "Feels good to stand up," he said to the guy next to him. "This is a happening place." "You just get here?" "Yep. Any work around?" "What kind of work?" "Wash dishes, construction, paint houses . . . " "Hey Parker, you need anybody?" A heavyset fellow came over.
"Murray got the money and our troubles are over. Now give me some coffee, Eliza. I'm all shaky." "English money!" commented Slater. "The same as we used on the North Pass." "Then he interested Illis!" cried Dan. "Yep! He's the white-winged messenger of hope. I wasn't worried for a minute," Tom averred.
"Will ye crawl into a haystack if we come to one?" "Yep." They spoke no more until, farther on, a farmhouse, with dark barns in the rear, loomed up before them. "Ye wait here, Flea," said Flukey, "till I see where we can sleep." After an absence of a few minutes he returned and in silence conducted the girl by a roundabout way to a newly piled stack of hay.
"Yep!" answered Freddie bravely, "and I was a real fireman too, that time, 'cause they always get soaked; don't they, Bert?" Being assured they did, the party once more started off for the woods. It was getting to be all woods now, only a driveway breaking through the pines, maples, and chestnut trees that abounded in that section. "Just turn in there, John!"
That moment the thought held him that the pine trees were immortal, and men just the dung of the earth. ...One night Boylan asked as they lay down: "Who are you?" "Peter Mowbray." "Yep, and I'm Boylan. You're at liberty to correct if wrong. Are we ever going to die or get out?" "I don't know.... Boylan, you've been good to me. We're two to make one eye to eye "
They were waiting; they would wait. Mr. Rentoul Smiles having been warned by telephone of the visit of his beloved friend, Seven Sachs, Mr. Sachs and his English protége had been received at Smiles's outer door by a clerk who knew exactly what to do with them, and did it. "Is she here?" Mr. Sachs had murmured. "Yep," the clerk had negligently replied.
"Thought it deserved some celebratin'," Clark added. Adelle's heart beat a little faster. If he only knew the whole truth! then there would be something to celebrate, indeed! "The strike's off," the mason remarked soon, as if he were anxious to get away from his own misdeeds. "Is it?" "Yep!
Owner's business, or not, I sung out to the second to get his boat out and I kicked off my shoes, grabbed a life-ring, and jumped myself." "You! Uncle Amazon?" gasped his niece. "Yep. The mate had the deck and I was the only man free. There wasn't much of a sea runnin', anyway. No pertic'lar danger. That is, not commonly.
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