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"Get out!" ordered the Inspector, and there was the glimmer of a friendly smile in his own eyes. "And I'll expect you both to dine with me to-night. Six o'clock sharp. I'll hear that wonderful story in more detail. And take care of yourself, Beresford. You don't look strong yet. I'll make that week two or three if necessary." "Thank you, sir." "Hmp! Don't thank me. Earned it, didn't you?
"Quick on the shoot?" the big trader wanted to know. "No, it ain't that. They don't hardly ever draw a gun. They jest walk in kinda quiet an' easy, an' tell you it'll be thisaway. And tha's the way it is every crack outa the box." "Hmp!" West exuded boastful incredulity. "I reckon they haven't bumped into any one man-size yet."
Can you guess the murderer, or is the author too smart for yu'? That's all they amount to. Well, he was too smart for me this time, but that didn't distress me any. That other book talks too much." Molly was scandalized, and she told him it was a great work. "Oh, yes, yes. A fine book. But it will keep up its talkin'. Don't let you alone." "Didn't you feel sorry for poor Maggie Tulliver?" "Hmp.
Michael's, and she just grabs at every baby in the block." The eyes of Elliot rested on Miss O'Neill. "She loves children." "She sure does no bluff about that." An imp of mischief sparkled in the eye of the supercargo. "Not married yourself, are you, Mr. Elliot?" "No." "Hmp!" That was all he said, but Gordon felt the blood creep into his face. This annoyed him, so he added brusquely,
He had not intended anything more than civility and he wanted this understood. "Hmp! Ain't you got no sense a-tall, Gid? If Miss Sheba's hell-bent on goin' to meet Elliot, I allowed some one ought to go along and keep the dark offen her. 'Course there ain't nothin' going to harm her, unless she goes and gets lost " Sheba's smile cooled the heat of the stage-driver. "Which she isn't going to do.
I'll say that," admitted one old cattleman. "They don't grow no better busters," another man spoke up. He was a neighbor of Sanborn and had his local pride. "From where I come from we'll put our last nickel on Cole, you betcha. He's top hand with a rope too." "Hmp!
Mollie thought she detected a faint glimmer of mirth in his eye after the ceremony. She quelled it promptly. "If you get gay with me, Blister " The fat man's impulse to smile fled. "Honest to goodness, Mrs. Gillespie " "Larson," she corrected. "Larson," he accepted. "I w-wish you m-many happy returns." She looked at him suspiciously and grunted "Hmp!"
"I'm not partial to it, myself. That lead pill hummed awful close to me." They had by this time returned to the road, and Dick picked up his hat from the dust. There were two little round holes in the crown, and one in the brim. "If he had shot an inch lower I would have qualified for that permanent residence, Steve," Dick laughed. "Hmp! Let's get out of here pronto, Dick.
No, I can't say I've lost Mr. London." "You inquired for him." "Hmp! That's different. When I used to come home from the swimming hole contrary to orders, I used to ask where Dad was, but I didn't want to see him." "I see. Did you just come down from the horse ranch?" "You've guessed it right." "Then I'm sorry I can't ask you to 'light. Dad's orders."
Under the observant eyes bent upon it, his face changed extraordinarily from the face of untroubled, almost immortal childhood to the face of struggling and reserved manhood. "Hullo," he said with a smile of recognition. "Well yes not always." "What are you reading?" The man slipped into the chair beside Dickie, put on his glasses, and looked at the fat book. "Poetry? Hmp!
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