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"Just wait till you smack your mouth on it," said Gid. "Why, sir, there's the smile of a goddess in each drop and a 'Paradise Regained' in a swallow. Sit down, Wash Sanders a swig of it would shoot you into the air like a rocket." "But really, Mr. Gid, I think a little of it would help my appetite," Sanders replied, looking anxiously toward the Major. "Appetite!" Gid cried.
I know the heating apparatus is bum and that we get the smoke from the paper mills, but I don't know last year, when we had that punk pink palace at Cannes I kept thinking " Mrs. Gideon Gory raised the Leyden eyebrow. "Don't get sentimental, Gid, for God's sake! It's a shanty, and you know it. And you know that it needs everything from plumbing to linen.
Then, dropping his hat on the floor, Gideon leapt forward with eager, outstretched hands. "Kiddie!" he cried. "Kiddie! you back here! Here to th' old shack?" Kiddie took the old man's head tenderly between his hands, drew it to him, and kissed the straggling grey hairs. "Yes, Gid," he said.
You never saw me drunk and never will. Thunderation, here she comes!" He stuffed the bottle back into his hip pocket and the Major threw himself back with a loud laugh. Mrs. Cranceford, handing the book to Gid, cast a suspicious look at the Major, who continued to shake. "Why, what has amused you so?" she asked. And now old Gid was nodding and chuckling in hypocritical diversion.
'But you're not mad enough, cried Mr Bloomfield, 'to persist in trying to dispose of it yourself? 'There is no other path open to me, said Gideon. 'It's not common sense, and I will not hear of it, cried Mr Bloomfield. 'I command you, positively, Gid, to desist from this criminal interference.
They sat down, still laughing, but suddenly the Major became serious. "Gid, I'm in trouble," he said. "Nonsense, my boy, there is no such thing as trouble. Throw it off. Look at me. I've had enough of what the world calls trouble to kill a dozen ordinary men, but just look at me getting stronger every day. Throw it off. What is it, anyway?" "Louise declares that she is going to marry Pennington!"
"No, and I'm figurin' as Broken Feather won't be a whole lot eager to part with her, now he's gotten a cinch on her," rejoined Nick. "Gid!" Abe Harum called from behind, "thar's dust risin' from the mouth of One Tree Gulch. If we puts on a hustle we shall drop on 'em 'fore they gets out on the open prairie." They spurred their ponies to the gallop.
"That's easily explained," said the scout who had dashed upon the public square. "They are looking for a large body of reinforcements from the south, and Mayo knows what to expect if he should run, panic-stricken, into them. His only hope was in making a stand." "Where is Perdue?" the Major asked, looking about, from one tree to another. "He fell back yonder in the field," old Gid answered.
Si and Shorty snatched the two principals apart with a good deal of violence and much show of their own tempers. "You long legged sand hill crane," said Si, shaking Gid. "Will you always be kickin' up a rumpus? I'll break your neck if you don't act better." "You senseless little bantam," said Shorty, with his grip on Harry's throat; "will you always be raising a ruction?
To tell you the truth I haven't a very strong one. But in some way he has convinced me of his sincerity. I have forced upon him the understanding that at least a good part of the money must be paid, and the fact that he took me seriously, forms, perhaps, the basis of my belief in his desire to face his obligations. We shall see." Several days passed, but they saw nothing of Gid.
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