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"And wasn't it oursilves that was careless, anyway, in laying so much wilth where any one could git at the same?" asked Tim. "Yes," admitted the old miner, "but things are different here from what they was in the early days in Californy, and you can see that these two men are the only ones that would steal our stuff."
No, sir; when my gal Araminty first seed your boy in Californy she was poor, and she didn't kalkilate to get inter anybody's family unbeknownst or on sufferance.
Texas seldom laughed, and with good reason, for it was enough to scare people. "Mought be done," he muttered. "Mought git the better of 'em all that way. Shute, 'an then yell. The greasers'ud think it was Injuns, an' they'd travel for camp. Then I'd stop the spare mules an' start for Californy." For Texas this plan was a stroke of inspiration. He was not an intelligent scoundrel.
The man in bed called out, "Oh, stranger!" and, as Dobbs stopped, said, "Come yar." Dobbs entered a little timidly, as was his habit with strangers. "I don't know who you be nor care, I reckon," said the stranger. "This yer man" pointing to Wiles "is Wiles. I'm Josh Sibblee of Fresno, Member of Congress from the 4th Congressional District of Californy.
"'Must I continue to listen to these insults on every hand? hissed the medicine man, livid with rage. "'First remove the cause before you apply the remedy; that's in your line, answered Californy. 'Besides, what are you going to do about it?
I lost me card case. Me nom de plumb is Kid, Californy Kid. And me address is well wot's de name o' dis munificent metropolis?" "Clarkeville, New Mexico," answered Alan smiling. "Well, den me address is dat. Wot's de nex' inquiry?" The man was young.
"The fire feels kind o' homey, ma'am; Californy ain't much of a place for fires, it 'pears." "Been long on the coast, stranger?" Joel squared himself interrogatively. "'Bout a week. I'm from Indianny. Brice's my name Posey Brice the boys 'n the glass-mill called me. I wuz blowed up in a glass-mill oncet." The speaker turned to show an ugly scar on his neck.
"Oh!" said she, "you're goin' right to Miss Tucker's, a'n't ye? got to drop the turkeys; won't you tell Miss Tucker 't George is comin' home tomorrer, an' he's ben to Californy. She know'd us allers, and Melindy 'n' George used ter be dre'ful thick 'fore he went off, a good spell back, when they was nigh about childern; so I guess you'd better tell 'em."
Mine, as you say, are very good children, though Frank is pretty wilful, and Laury is always gettin' her head above the clouds. Oh, dear! they want a great deal done for 'em, and the more you do, the more you may do. Frank is bewitched to sell out and go to Kansas or Californy, or, if he stays here, he must go to college or be a merchant.
I shouldn't wonder if George helped him drive 'em up the foothills. And his casa's built too high. Oh, thar ain't any water thar, you bet. Ah!" says Wise, with reflective admiration, "those Greasers ain't the darned fools people thinks 'em. I'll bet thar ain't one swamped out in all 'er Californy." But the appearance of "grub" cut this rhapsody short.
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