' Why, Lord bless ye! there ain't enny of them
mootool differences you and him hed ez I doesn't knows on, and
didn't always stand by, and lend ye a hand, and heave in a word or
two of advice when called on."
Mrs. Catron, ice everywhere but in her pink cheeks, was glad that
Mr. Catron seemed to have always a friend to whom he confided
EVERYTHING, even the base falsehoods he had invented.
"Mebbe now they WAZ falsehoods," said the captain, thoughtfully.
"But don't ye go to think," he added conscientiously, "that he kept
on that tack all the time. Why, that day he made a raise,
gambling, I think, over at Dutch Flat, and give ye them bracelets,--
regular solid gold,--why, it would have done your heart good to
have heard him talk about you--said you had the prettiest arm in
Californy. Well," said the captain, looking around for a suitable
climax, "well, you'd have thought that he was sorter proud of ye!
Why, I woz with him in 'Frisco when he bought that A 1 prize bonnet
for ye for $75, and not hevin' over $50 in his pocket, borryed the
other $25 outer me.
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