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"Well, suppose now they did jump the island, and give us the merry ha! ha! what difference would it make to us whether they upset out there on that stormy lake or not; wouldn't we lose all chance of being ferried across to the mainland, and so making our escape from this measly island?" Step Hen apparently caught the force of this reasoning, for he subsided, with a sort of discontented grunt.
They wouldn't have lost anything. I promised to see them through, to get the plant for them at a low price, to put them in the way to make some real money. They played the game in a small-town way. Some men can think of thousands of dollars, others have to think of hundreds. It's all their minds are big enough to comprehend. They snatch at a little measly advantage and miss the big one.
"Well, it's a rattling good picture but this one's better. Poor ole Diamond Bar she couldn't come through with it, after all. She put up a good fight, out there alone, but she had t' go under her an' her calf." He stood quiet a minute, gazing and gazing. "Doggone them measly wolves! Why in thunder can't a feller pump lead into 'em like he wants t'?" Chip's heart glowed within him.
Never face and attitude surely so belied the man within; for, indeed, I doubted if my legs would bear me, and my poor heart, as I spoke, went rap, rap! "Now, hast thou seen two runaways by thy gate this morning, master priest one a stalwart, dangerous fellow, the other a measly, monkish lad? And, prithee, see thou speak the truth."
What I want yez to do is to strip off yer duds, that is, yer pants and jackets." "Do what?" "Didn't ye hear me? Git out of yer duds, but keep yer faces this way. Don't lower yer eyes, or I'll shoot." At this strange order the foiled men stared in amazement, and for once their tongues were silent. "D'ye hear me?" the captain roared. "Strip at once, or I'll blow yer measly carcasses to pieces.
We were at the bottom. They'd have cut us to ribbons if we'd shown our carcasses in the open. Bruce was here, with a message he'd brought. The K.O. sent him back to headquarters for the reserves. The boche heavies and snipers and machine-guns all cut loose to stop him as he scooted up the hill. And a measly giant of a German police dog tried to kill him, too.
"I guess Chum wouldn't care much 'bout livin' with a thief. Take him up there with you on the seat. Don't let him fall out. An'" his voice scaling a half octave in its pain "keep him to home after this. I ain't no measly angel. I can't swear I'd have the grit to fetch him back another time." He stopped, to note a curious phenomenon. There were actually tears in the girl's big grave eyes.
'T ain't moral. 'T ain't Christian. You'll be better off in a good orphan-asylum, bein' taught what you'd ought to learn. That's the place for you, Peter!" "I want to stay in my own house," said Peter. "Shucks! You can't eat and wear a measly little house, can you? That's what I'm askin' the town right now. Sure you can't!
You remember that baseball bat of mine that's been lying over here so long? I'll carry it home now, and save you the trouble, thank you," nodded Paul. "Bully! a good idea. Here it is behind the door. And Paul, don't spare the measly bunch; but whack 'em good and hard." Paul walked down the street, swinging the baseball bat carelessly, and softly whistling to himself.
Did he come from Yellow Jacket Pass way?" asked Mr. Brewster, scratching his neck, thoughtfully. "The same! Wall, he died an' left Sary with nothing but funeral costs. She had to sell that measly ranch that Bill held a quarter interest in to pay bills, and now she hain't got nawthin' but her health. Better see Sary, Sam." It was the dawn of hope for Mr. Brewster.
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