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We won't want much, as we'll find plenty of meat along the way. We'll hit out before the camp's astir, so nobody'll know what's become of us." "How long will it take us to cross the Golden Crest?" Reynolds asked. "That depends upon many things. We might do it in three or four days by the way we're goin', or, again, it might take six months, an' mebbe longer.

Phil knew the voice, and said with a faint smile: "Do you think they'd plant me with municipal honours honours to pardners?" "We'll see to that, Phil," said Mr. Devlin from behind the clergyman. Phil recognised the voice. "You think that nobody'll kick at making it official?" "Not one, Phil." "And maybe they wouldn't mind firin' a volley Lights out, as it were: and blow the big whistle?

Another first-baseman, Don thought, would be scolding about the throws. His heart warmed to the newcomer. He began to feel at home. His throws steadied and became sure. "That's enough," Ted called. "Nobody'll get much of a lead on you fellows. Now for some fielding." Don walked over to the shade of the maple tree.

"He's with me," Joe said to the door-keeper, who was talking with a policeman. Both men greeted him familiarly, taking no notice of his companion. "They never tumbled; nobody'll tumble," Joe assured her, as they climbed the stairs to the second story. "And even if they did, they wouldn't know who it was and they's keep it mum for me. Here, come in here!"

"Then my advice," returned the scout promptly, "is to take Leather straight off to-morrow mornin' to Bull's ranch; make him comfortable there, call him Mister Shank, so as nobody'll think he's been the man called Leather, who's bin so long ill along wi' poor Buck Tom's gang, and then you go off to old England to follow his father's trail till you find him.

It's all right to like a fellow that isn't in your patrol, isn't it?" "Sure it is," I told him, "you have to like everybody. But you do what they tell you and then nobody'll get mad." He said, "The swimming badge is a good one, isn't it?" "It's a dandy one," I said. Then he told me that was the one they wanted him to try for. He said, "Can I try for it now?"

Then clasping Maria in his arms he bids old Cato follow him, and proceeds with her to a place of safety for the night, as an anxious throng gather about the house, eager to know the cause of the shooting. "Ah, Mas'r Snivel," says old Cato, pausing to take a last look of the prostrate form, "you's did a heap o' badness. Gone now. Nobody'll say he care."

Nobody'll think o' lookin' there for money." He filled both those receptacles, but still had fully half his money left on his person. "That'll just have to take its chances with the pickpockets," said he, and returned to his bed, with his gun by his side, and his cap- and cartridge-boxes under his head.

Every one in the place thronged to watch the combatants, and to hear the blasphemous oaths and curses with which the battle was accompanied. In the midst of the affray a wizened, bent old man, who had been sitting at his door sorting rags in a basket, and apparently taking no heed of the clamour around him, made a sign to Liz. "Take the kid now," he whispered. "Nobody'll notice.

Pearson said distinct the last time that if the skipper ever missed his ship again it would be his last trip in her, and he told me afore the old man that I wasn't to wait two minutes at any time, but to bring her out right away." "He's an old fool," said Bill Loch, the other hand; "and nobody'll miss him but the boy, and he's been looking reg'lar worried all the morning.

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