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Heard of Jim O'Ryan, ain't yer? Well, he's a good friend o' hers; see? Bein' as they're both Catholics... But I'm goin' out this afternoon, see what the town's like... an ole Ford says the skirts are just peaches an' cream." "He juss s-s-says that to torment a feller," stuttered the undertaker. "I wish I were going with you," said Andrews.
"What kind of cigarettes d'ye smoke?" asked the tall youth. "I don't smoke." "Ye'd better learn. The corporal likes fancy ciggies and so does the sergeant; you jus' slip 'em each a butt now and then. May help ye to get in right with "em." "Don't do no good," said Fuselli.... "It's juss luck. But keep neat-like and smilin' and you'll get on all right. And if they start to ride ye, show fight.
These are blessed words, Peter; and humbly do I thank God, through his blessed Son, that I have lived to hear them!" "Dat Son make me feel so," returned the Indian, earnestly. "Yes, juss so. My heart was hard, till medicinepriest tell dat tradition of Son of Great Spirit how he die for all tribes and nations, and ask his fader to do good to dem dat take his life dat won'erful tradition, Blossom!
"Yer neck swells up, an' then you juss go stiff all over," came the man's voice from the end of the line. There was a silence. From the direction of the infirmary a man with a packet of medicines in his hand began making his way towards the door. "Many guys in there?" asked Fuselli in a low voice as the man brushed past him.
"Why, Pomp," I said, laughing, "what does this mean?" "Dab juss what I tell her, Mass' George," he cried. "I know you be quite please, on'y she all ashame and foolis like." "But, Pomp, my good fellow, you don't mean " "Oh yes, I do, Mass' George; and I know you be dreffle glad dat my wife."
"I have enough for us all, Pigeonswing, and you shall have a full share. Now, tell me; what will be your next move, and where do you intend to pass the morrow?" "Juss like diss. Injins won't look 'ere, 'cause he don't know whereabout look. Don't like swamp. Great danger down at mouth of river." "So it has seemed to me, Chippewa.
"You will remember, Chippewa," he said, "that I told you nothing on the subject of any woman. What I have told you, as yet, consarned only the first MAN, who was made out of clay, into whom God breathed the breath of life." "Dat good make warrior fuss. Juss right. When breat' in him, fit to take scalp, eh?"
The man's mouth took on a twisted expression of pain as he let his head gradually down to the bed again. "Gosh, what did you do to yourself?" cried Andrews. "I tried to hop a freight at Marseilles." "Needs practice to do that sort o' thing," said Chrisfield, who sat on the bed, pulling his shoes off. "Ah'm go-in' to git back to bed, Andy. Ah'm juss dead tired.
I never heard of a convict getting out of that strong'old o' the law, sir, and I would like to have your opinion upon it." "But if you are informed that some one has escaped," remarked the squire, "you had better take it for granted that it is true." "Juss so, sir. But the circumstances wasn't communicated to us, sir; so we don't know." Mr. Gall paused, and the squire smoothed his hair a little.
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