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He's braggin' to hisself 'bout his patience, how he kin set thar fur a month, ef it's needed, an' I kin read his mind. He's thinkin' that even ef we give up it won't make no diff'unce. Our scalps will hang up to dry jest the same, an' he will take most joy in lookin' at yours, Henry, your ha'r is so fine an' so thick an' so yellow, an' he hez such a pizen hate o' you."
Thomas faced about quickly. "Humph! Not much." "Well, this ain't no doll's village, that's a fact. It's full of wicked men, and the women ain't wuth braggin' over. S'pose we go out and marry her?" "We?" Thomas smiled for the first time. "Sure. I'll stick to the bitter finish." "I'm broke, Bill." "Pshaw, now! Don't let that worry you. I got money." "You?" The doctor was surprised.
This Lyman Mertzheimer, now, his pop's the richest farmer round here and Lyman's the only child. He'd be a good catch, mebbe." "Ach," Amanda said in her quick way, "I ain't thinkin' of such things. Anyhow, I don't like Lyman so good. He's all the time braggin' about his pop's money and how much his mom pays for things, and at school he don't play fair at recess.
"Now you can tell me some more about that Dud you're always braggin' of." Bob did not know as he talked of his friend that June found what he said an interpretation of Robert Dillon rather than Dudley Hollister. Piling up brush to protect the bank from being washed away. Dillon and Hollister were lounging on the bank of Elk Creek through the heat of the day.
It's like this," he continued; "Chet's a helpless kind of critter, fer all his braggin' an' talk, an' I ben feelin' kind o' wambly about turnin' him loose though the Lord knows," he said with feeling, "'t I've had bother enough with him to kill a tree.
I heard one boy say there wasn't a bit of danger, and that we got all the credit of being mighty reckless and brave without taking any big risk." "Bet you I can give a guess who that was," ventured Bandy-legs, instantly. "Let's hear, then," Steve told him. "It sounds like that braggin' Shack Beggs," was the guess Bandy-legs hazarded.
It will be nearer the village." He playfully nudged my ribs with his elbow. "We've had a little good luck, Bart," he went on. "I'll tell ye what it is if you won't say anything about it." I promised. "I dunno as it would matter much," he continued, "but I don't want to do any braggin'. It ain't anybody's business but ours, anyway.
"It's a wonder he hasn't let on himself," he said. "He'll be braggin' of it in a bit." "Come on, Paul," said the friend; "it's no good. You might just as well own up." "Own up what? That I happened to take a friend to the theatre?" "Oh well, if it was all right, tell us who she was, lad," said the friend. "She WAS all right," said Dawes. Paul was furious.
"Suppose we stay an' have a crack at 'em before we go, jest kinder to temper their zeal a little. I'd like to show young William that I kin really shoot, an' sorter live up to the braggin' you've been doin'." "No, you ferocious little man-killer. We can't think of it. We'd have a hundred Sioux warriors on our heels in no time. Now hustle, you two!
You say I've been braggin'. Did you ever hear me say one word before yesterday about bein' different from any other boy? I'm sayin' it now because there isn't any use in lyin'. I know just as well as if I'd already done it, that I can look down on other successful men as far as a mountain-top looks down on a little hill. I've done my work here on this farm, an' I haven't ever shirked.
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