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Updated: June 5, 2025
"I've had suspicions of it all day, but now the barometer's touched bottom." "The sky's clear," I suggested. He laughed, though without humor. "A sky isn't always clear because there're no clouds in it, Mr. Jack." "But what do you expect, Gates? We don't have storms at this season!" "You're right, sir.
I see what the government will do to the I.W.W. if the Northwest leaves any of it. But just now there're plots against a few big men like your father. He's to be ruined. His crops and ranches destroyed. And he's to be killed. It's because he's so well known and has so much influence that he was marked. I told you the I.W.W. was being used to make trouble.
You won't go anywhere. That's what's the matter with you." "Where can I go?" "Why, there're lots of places," returned Lola, who was thinking of her own lightsome tourneys with the gay youths. "You won't go with anybody." "I don't want to go with these people who write to me. I know what kind they are." "You oughtn't to be lonely," said Lola, thinking of Carrie's success.
"I'm hungry," Boyd said, approaching Drew. "There're farms around. Why can't we get something to eat?" "Here." Drew fumbled in the saddlebags he had transferred from Shawnee to this new mount back by the river. He handed over a piece of hardtack, flinty-surfaced and about as appetizing as a stone. "That's the best you'll get for a while." Boyd stared at it in dismay.
You're on the Yankee side, too, I reckon, and there're bullets in these pies, sure as I live." The old man shuffled nervously on his bare feet. "Go 'way, Marster, w'at I know 'bout 'sides'?" he replied, tilting his keg to drain the last few drops into the canteen of a thirsty soldier. "I'se on de Lawd's side, dat's whar I is."
The old stage-door keeper, whose attention had been concentrated on what he was eating out of a jam-pot, now suddenly woke up to the fact that the passage was blocked, and that a group of musicians with boxes in their hands were waiting to get through. 'Now, ladies, I must ask you to move on; there're a lot of people behind you.
"I didn't recomember at the time, bo; but now, as that feller is a follering us astern, in course, I thinks on it. There're a lot of them piratical rascals in these waters; but you should go to the back of Hainan to see 'em in their glory, the little creeks and bays there fairly swarms with 'em!" "Adams!" called out Mr Mackay at this juncture; "Adams!"
"Any man would. I'm not so certain as to some who call themselves gentlemen." "There're some who're real gentlemen worse luck to me Jimmy, for one. I can never catch up with him in that line, girlie, but I can make a stagger at it." "You can become anything you will, Tom," she said with calm conviction. "Maybe," he replied. "But, Jenny, I can't wait for that. Wish I could.
She raised her cup to her lips. "Are you doing story illustrations?" asked Rupert, more alive now than he had been all morning. "Yes. A historical thriller for a magazine. They want a full-page cut for the first chapter and a half-page to illustrate the most exciting scene. Then there're innumerable smaller ones. But the two large ones are what I'm worrying about.
Of course, he might get to Jamaica just as soon, and perhaps sooner, if he sailed with us, but we don't know it! We may be delayed in some way; there're lots of things that might happen, and anyway, I don't believe in interfering with orders, and I know Shirley doesn't either. I believe he would want to keep on. Besides, we don't really know yet that that's the Antonina."
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