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Only this time Peter Mink remarked that there was nothing any tastier than a fine eel. Fatty Coon told him that eels might be good enough for the Mink family, but as for him, he preferred green peas. "Somebody hold me, quick!" Peter Mink screamed. "I don't want to hurt him but I'm losing my temper fast." Several of Fatty Coon's friends started to seize Peter Mink, so Fatty might run away.
The odour of the Coon's afternoon cigar still hung about the place, and the stable was half dark, but as Acton had an idea that his conversation with Raffles would not be a short one, and the night was rather cold, they went in. "Fire away, Raffles. Start at the beginning." "Very good, sir," said Raffles, seating himself on the corn-chest. "Agreeable to instructions received from Mr. Acting "
Maurice smiled at the sentiment expressed, and yet it covered the ground from the standpoint of the man. The 'coon's opinion was not worth asking, it seemed. Suddenly the yelping changed its tenor. "Does that mean that the 'coon has got away?" asked Maurice. "Not by a jug full. He's taken to a tree.
I hope now it isn't a bad omen of coming trouble, and that, after all, my rich aunt is doomed to lose out in the deal for Castle Randall." The others laughed at the idea. "Why, it's a cinch for your side, Alec," said Hugh. "The owner of this ancient and half-ruined pile of stone and make-believe rocks," Arthur told the doubter, "couldn't find a purchaser in a coon's age.
Lane was leading the brown pony from the stable as Young Matt rode up to the gate; and from the doorway of the cabin Sammy called to say that she would be ready in a minute. "Ain't seen you for a coon's age, boy," said Jim, while they were waiting for the girl. "Why don't you never come down the Old Trail no more?" The big fellow's face reddened, as he answered, "I ain't been nowhere, Jim.
"Not much of a hiding place," observed Hard, "but it's better than leaving them in the wagon." "And decidedly better than carrying them all the way to Soria's," replied Clara. "Safe enough, too. It isn't once in a coon's age that anybody travels around these places. Funny, isn't it, when you think of all the crowded spots there are in the world?"
The heat might have tried the mischief out of him. He hasn't kept his word." "No, Matthew, he hasn't," she whispered back, "and I think his lying to you so is almost the worst thing he's done. The next time you may put him with the coon. Only, the coon's too good for him. But I reckon Jim Redfield will look out for him." "Jim'll have to let him alone.
I expect," with a sharp look at the sheriff, "Swinnerton is feeling a bit shaky of late?" "Couldn't say," replied Wallace, slowly. "Ain't seen Oliver for a coon's age."
He was a very large buck, a full mate for either of those we already had. A little ways back we had crossed a coon's track and we knew that he had been along in the latter part of the night, as it snowed in the earlier part of the night. When we came back to the woods we were to halloo and he was to answer us. We had to do what we did very quickly as it was getting near night.
"We haven't seen you in a coon's age. What's this I hear about your wanting to go up to McDowell? Bentley says you're not yet strong enough." "It's to see 'Tonio, sir. I'm about the only friend he has left," and Harris would have ignored the proffered chair, but the general again indicated his wish, which meant compliance.
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