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He had known the captain ever since he could remember, but always as an austere, exacting man. "I'm glad, captain," Tod said simply; "the men'll be glad, too. Shall I tell 'em?" The captain raised his head. "Wait a minute, son." His heart was very tender, all discipline was forgotten now; and then he had known Tod from his boyhood.
And when I came to reflect on the circumstances of Crone's murder, I remember that not so long since, happening to be out along the riverside, I chanced across Sir Gilbert Carstairs using a very late type of ice-ax as a walking-stick as he well could do, and might have picked up in his hall as some men'll pick up a golf-stick to go walking with, and I've done that myself, hundred of times.
The party men'll be thinking there's no chance for Jimmy, and first thing you know he'll slip in. So they asked Jimmy is he game, and Jimmy says he's game to buck up against any government anywheres, he says, especially one what'll stand for 'The Big Wind."
But the cowed man was too fearful of publicity just then. He did not know what might be held in reserve to spring upon him. He shambled away, muttering: "O, go on! Grind down upon me. You'll be wantin' to send me to a Lincoln bastile next. But a day will come when white men'll have their rights agin." Unfortunately for Shorty, however, he was having things too much his own way.
"Faix, thin, you'll have to make it up pritty quick now, for whin the boys come back the prisoners an wounded men'll be sure to tell that their chief came for the express purpose of rescuin' that `thief Brixton' an' it's hangin' that'll be too good for you then. Roastin' alive is more likely. It's my opinion that if they catch us just now, Muster Fred an' I will swing for it too!
"I shall e'en gi'e them twenty atween them." In the goodness of his heart he offered the boys some advice as to what they should buy: "Ye'll be wantin' to buy traps, I'm jalousin', an' sure ye'll turn oot to be graun' hunters, Nimrods o' the North that men'll mak' sangs aboot i' the comin' years."
"Well, it's pretty hard sometimes to know who a woman does care for," said Scott, candidly. "But if she did, she must have got over it. Or maybe she got tired of the singing business and took Conrad in a fit of the blues. I've known 'em to do that." "Men, I suppose, never marry for reasons of that sort!" "Men? Lord, yes, men'll do anything most of 'em," grinned Scott, cheerfully. "We're a rum lot.
A clap on the shoulder, a smile, or even a word would do it. The one hauf o' the men can ay be got to sell the ither. Ye daurna' cheep, man, but I hear of it." "Damn'd fine I ken that," replied Geordie, "an' it's mair the peety. But that's no' to say that men'll ay be like that. If they'd be true an' stick to yin anither, they'd damn'd soon put an end to sic gaffers as you."
"He says he'll take the boat anyhow, and not pay them Kaws any such hold-up price like they ask." "All I got to say is, I wish we were across," grumbled Wingate, stooping to the bacon spider. "Huh! So do I me and my bureau and my hens. Yes, after you've fussed around a while you men'll maybe come to the same conclusion your head cowguard had; you'll be making more boats and doing less swimming.
For there isn't any place in this world for a woman except under the shelter of some man. And I don't want that." The underlying strength of her features abruptly came into view. "And I won't have it," she added. He laughed. "But the men'll never let you be anything but a woman." "We'll see," said she, smiling. The strong look had vanished into the soft contour of her beautiful youth.
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