"Is it all over?
So ?" And he swallowed Lucile up in his huge bearskin.

"Colonel, your hand, and your pardon for my intruding, and your regrets for not giving me the word.

Come, out with them! Hello, Corliss! Captain Alexander, a good day." "What have I done ?" Frona wailed, received the bear-hug, and managed to press his hand till it almost hurt.
"Had to back the game," he whispered; and this time his hand did hurt.
"Now, colonel, I don't know what your plans are, and I don't care.
Call them off.

I've got a little spread down to the house, and the only honest case of champagne this side of Circle.

Of course, you're coming, Corliss, and--" His eye roved past Captain Alexander with hardly a pause.
"Of course," came the answer like a flash, though the Chief Magistrate of the Northwest had had time to canvass the possible results of such unofficial action.