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Racey Dawson, having successfully sung the first verse, rested both elbows on the bar and grinned at the bartender. That worthy grinned back, and, knowing Mr. Dawson, slid the bottle along the bar. "Have one yoreself, Bill," Mr. Dawson nodded to the bartender. "Whu where's Swing? Oh, yeah." Mr.
"It shore gets me that after all I have said about that gun you will tote it around with you and force yoreself into a suicide's grave," quoth Mr. Cassidy, with exuberant pugnacity. "I ain't in no way objecting to the suicide part of it, but I can't see that it's at all fair to drag me onto the edge of everlasting eternity with you.
"Don't bother yoreselves none; I can git it again," he said, tossing off the liquor. "Wow! Holy smoke!" he yelled. "This ain't drink! Sufferin' coyotes, nobody can accuse yu of sellin' liquor! Did yu make this all by yoreself?" He asked incredulously of the proprietor, who didn't know whether to run or to pray.
I 'laow yu're a greenie, ain't yu?" "In some ways I am, in some ways I'm not." "I 'laow yu aim to go through with this train to Salt Lake, do yu?" "That's the engagement I've made with Mr. Jenks." "Don't feel too smart, yoreself, in them new clothes?" "No. They're all I have. They won't be new long." "Yu bet they won't. Ain't afeared of peterin' aout on the way, be yu? I 'laow yu're sickly."
"Or a li'l extra sleep wouldn't do yoreself any harm neither, huh?" "Maybe I did sleep later than usual," admitted Kansas. "I guess you did," said Dolan. "I guess you did. And Jake, too. Told anybody else about this?" "Only Jake." They had left the street while they talked, and walked down the long side wall of the warehouse.
"When ye lay thar ... by my house ... watchin' with me...." went on the ambushed victim in a summarizing of ostensible services, "what made ye discomfort yoreself, fer me, save only friendliness?" "Thet war all, Cal."
Kicked after he was down." "How?" "Didn't you see that feller Dawson kick Bull when he was down? Where was yore eyes?" "That's the way of it, huh? Well, it might save trouble if Bull was to go on the prod real vicious." "Yo're whistlin'. They ain't no manner of reason for doin' a job yoreself if you can get somebody else to do it for you."
"'We? You didn't have a thing to do with that agreement. I made it. It was my fool fault we worked all those months for nothing." "What's the dif?" Swing said, comfortably. "We're partners. Deal yoreself a new hand and forget it. Tough luck we couldn't 'a' made a clean sweep of that bunch, huh?" "Oh, I dunno. Suppose Peaches, Nebraska, and Thompson did get away.
But abruptly that cool and disconcerting vein of ironic calm left him and he bent his head with the sullen and smouldering eyes of a vicious bull. "But be thet es hit may. I claims thet ye kain't stand out erginst my sweetheartin' ef ye trusts yoreself ter see me. You claims contrariwise, but ye don't dast test yore theory.
"Don' play none o' yore monkey tricks on Bully West. He knew it all 'fore you was born." The pressure of his grip swung Jessie to the left. He gave her a push that sent her reeling and flung at her the snowshoe. "Hump yoreself now." She knelt and adjusted the web. She would have fought if there had been the least chance of success. But there was none. Nor could she run away.
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