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If we had the sense we shoulda been born with, we’d ride hell-to-thunder outta here now!" "Anse"—Drew wriggled up on one elbow—"you do that. I ain’t going to pull you into anything—" "So," the Texan said, nodding, "you’ve been swallowin’ down a whim-wham or two your ownself?" "Yes, but every one of them could be only a shadow to scare a jackrabbit."
"Why, you see, Aunt Mary," the latter promptly shrieked, "we thought we’d be good and go home early and sort of rest up to-night so as to have a high old time to-morrow." Aunt Mary’s face, which had fallen during the first part of their speech, brightened up at the last words. "What are we goin’ to do?" she inquired with unfeigned interest.
“I’ll see you get your share, old man,” he answered, easily. “But what share?” “You suggested £100, I think.” “Out of £500—when I’ve done all the deceiving and told all the lies! Come, old man!” “Well, what do you want?” “Do you remember a certain crisis when we’d made a slip——” “You’d made a slip!” “We had made a slip, and you wanted to chuck the game and bolt?
And then they got in and were off—a merry load, indeed. "Dear me, but it’s a-goin’!" Aunt Mary exclaimed, as the thing began to whiz and she felt suddenly impelled to clutch wildly at her flanking escorts. "Suppose we met a dog." "We’d leave a floor mat," shrieked Mitchell. "Oh, but isn’t this great—greater—greatest?" "Time of your life, Aunt Mary!"
I meant to speak of the suffering of mankind generally, but we had better confine ourselves to the sufferings of the children. That reduces the scope of my argument to a tenth of what it would be. Still we’d better keep to the children, though it does weaken my case.
Somehow, that seemed to bring the Old World very close. We rode away laughing, and grandfather said: “I expect she thought we had come to take the cow away for certain, Jim. I wonder if she would n’t have scratched a little if we’d laid hold of that lariat rope!” Our neighbors seemed glad to make peace with us. The next Sunday Mrs.
Nervousness is not a marked trait of any young man who has been long enrolled at the Naval Academy.” “Can we have a slight favor done us, Mr. Mayhew?” Jack asked. “Any reasonable favor, of course.” “Then, sir, we’d like to spend a little time ashore, as we’ve been confined so long aboard.
"I never felt we’d keep you long, son; them golden curls seldom gets a chance to ripen singly." "Shoshone squaw, did you say she was, Henry? They ain’t much for looks, but there’s a heep of wear to ’em." "Oh, go on, now; you fellows know I ain’t married." And the boy handled the package with a sort of dumb wonder, as if the superscription were indisputable evidence of a wife’s existence.
Didn’t you figger out that that tha’ b’ar war the Injun or tha’ Wild Hunter who put on moccasins made o’ b’ar feet when he thought we’d foller him?” asked Pete. “Yes, I did, but I forgot—maybe that ram was the Wild Hunter himself—blame it. Nothing will astonish me in this country.” “Yes, you fergot everything, even yore head when you started to foller that tha’ ram yesterday. But I didn’t.
"Whatever are you saying? It isn’t half-past six o’clock." "I’m not prayin’ about anything," said the old lady. "I don’t pray about things. I do ’em when needful. And when I’m tired I go to bed." "All right, Aunt Mary," with sugary sweetness and lamb-like submissiveness. "I thought we’d dine out together, but if you don’t want to, we needn’t. And if you feel like it when you waken, we can."
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