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We all just didn't like the way the stranger went at it, so I'm going to Farewell after the sheriff." "Yo're holdin' the stranger then, I take it?" put in Mr. Saltoun. "Well, no, not exactly," replied Thompson. "He got away, that stranger did." "And didn't none of you make any try at stopping him a-tall?" demanded Racey. "Plenty," Thompson replied with a stony face.
She was not sure if she would go where permission was given so like a favour conferred. But when they came to the town into Frances Street, the girl stopped a minute, and said, 'Yo'll not forget yo're to come and see us. 'Aye, aye, said the father, impatiently, 'hoo'll come. Hoo's a bit set up now, because hoo thinks I might ha' spoken more civilly; but hoo'll think better on it, and come.
'I'm none so fond of having strange folk in my house. But then relenting, as he saw her heightened colour, he added, 'Yo're a foreigner, as one may say, and maybe don't know many folk here, and yo've given my wench here flowers out of yo'r own hand; yo may come if yo like. Margaret was half-amused, half-nettled at this answer.
She gave me a drink out of a china mug wi' gold letters "A Present from Leeds" as I looked at many and many a time at after. "Yo're to lie still while Dr. Warbottom comes, because your arm's broken, and father has sent a lad to fetch him. He found yo' when he was goin' to work, an' carried you here on his back," sez she. "Oa!" sez I; an' I shet my eyes, for I felt ashamed o' mysen.
He listened another few seconds, then he dropped his hand sharply. 'What's 'at yo're sayin? he asked hastily; ''at yo couldno help it, not whativer that i' truth yo had nothin to do wi't, no moor than mysel that yo wor forcit to it willy-nilly by them devils o' Parliament foak by Mr.
"I nebber heard yo' talk dat way befo'. But I guess yo're right, an' I'se ready to do what I kin. But here comes de Cun'l! An', oh, Missie Jean, de Major's wif him! Dere won't be 'nuf waffles to go 'round, an' de fire's 'most out. What in de world is I to do?" "Never mind, Mammy," the girl comforted, "they have hardly time to think about eating. Just give them what you have."
'It's a queer kind o' story, said Kester, meditatively. 'A should ha' thought as Philip were more likely to ha' gi'en him a shove into t' thick on it, than t' help him out o' t' scrape. 'Nay! said Sylvia, suddenly looking straight at Kester; 'yo're out theere. Philip had a deal o' good in him.
"Some folks likes to be rocked to sleep," facetiously remarked one of the pair by the wall, laughing contentedly at his own pun. He bore all the ear-marks of being regarded as the wit of the locality every hamlet has one; I have seen some myself. "Hee, hee, hee! Yo're a droll feller, Charley," chuckled Old John Ferris, rubbing his ear with unconcealed delight. "That's a good un."
"Which yo're the most nervous gent I ever did see. The hotel ain't close enough for anybody to hear a word, and there's only hosses in the corral. Get a-hold of yoreself. Don't be so skittish." "I ain't skittish. I'm sensible. I know " Lanpher broke off abruptly. "What do you know?" "What yo're due to find out." "Now lookit here, Mr.
So long as theah are unfohtunates and downtrodden folks in this world, I'll have mah work cut out. I am, yo' might say, a soldier of misfohtune." "But yo're not goin'?" Tip cried, seeing the Texan swing himself into his saddle. "I'm just a rollin' stone usually a-rollin' toward trouble," said the Texan. "Some time, perhaps, we'll meet again. Adios!"
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