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Peter's the slickest 'bad man' I've heerd tell of." "We'll see. Now what about the keg? Of course the cattle have crossed it. A secret path?" "Yup." "Who knows the secret of it?" "Peter." "Only?" The Breed hesitated. His furtive eyes shifted from one face to the other of his auditors. Then encountering the fixed stare of both men he glanced away towards the window.
A surveillance of their working, however, did not establish this theory; the gold that See Yup had sent away was of the kind that might have been found in the tailings overlooked by the late Palmetto owners. Yet it was a very large yield for mere refuse.
She took good pictures; he knew that. He fell asleep for a moment. Mo took over the driving. They were well around the island, past Kilauea, when Joe asked, "The Tahiti Nui, do you know it? In Hanalei?" "A restaurant, bar?" "Yup. With a porch. I want to have a beer on the porch." Mo looked at her watch. "Plenty of time," Joe said. "Which flight are you on?" "Four-thirty," she said.
In earlier days jealousy and indignation at the success of these degraded heathens might have taken a more active and aggressive shape, and it would have fared ill with See Yup and his companions.
But I do hope her learnin' by experience won't come too late to save her from ... what she'll be awful sorry for by and by." "It must," declared the lawyer, with decision. "You must see to it, Captain Warren. You are her guardian. She is absolutely under your charge. She can do nothing of importance unless you consent." "Yup. That's so for one more year; just one, remember!
But, by and by, after it's all settled and you and Nat" she hesitated for an instant in spite of herself "after you and Nat are married I'll come." "Don't talk about that NOW. Please don't." "All right, I won't. You be a good, brave girl and look out for Nat; that's your duty and I'm sure you'll do it. And I'll do my best for John." "Do you call him John?" "Yup.
"In the fall of '88, I think, Yup Cook played right tackle on the Varsity. He was very strong in his shoulders and arms and had the grip of a blacksmith. Channing, this nervy little 138-pounder, played left halfback on the scrub. When he went into the line, Cook would take him by the shoulders and slam him into the ground. Our playing field at the time was very dry and the ground was like a rock.
"Yup. Guess they've had all winter to get things settled," Seth responded indifferently, while he turned a keen ear to windward. "What are you listening for?" asked Rosebud, quickly. "General's out scoutin'." "Good old General!" "Yes, he'll locate the Injuns when they git around." But just then Rosebud was thinking of other things.
Dunn," said Captain Elisha. "Have you two met before?" asked Sylvester in astonishment. "Yes. I had the pleasure of assisting in the welcoming salute when our seafarin' friend come aboard. How was that, Captain? Some nautical class to that remark?" "Yup. You done fust rate, considerin' how recent you shipped." "Thanks. Overwhelmed, I'm sure."
He had a whistling show on a radio station over there, fifteen minutes a week." "Really?" "Yup. He was a mighty muscle man thirty years older than I was. I could barely keep up with him. The good thing about Whistling Ed was that he didn't talk much." "Giving you free rein . . . " "Yok. No. I didn't talk either, so we got along well.
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