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[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xxv: The town was full of fakirs and before one of them stood a group of cow-punchers, apparently drinking in the words of a barker.
at barker, n.1
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 v: ‘So long, an’ plug blazes out of them,’ shouted Wallace.
at blazes, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 Ch. iii: Mebby you kin go to blazes. I ain’t no gallery.
at go to blazes! (excl.) under blazes, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xi: He counted his wealth over twice by mistake an’ shore raised a howl when he went to blow it.
at blow, v.2
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 ix: Jest because they buffaloed yu over to Las Vegas yu needn’t think they’s dangerous.
at buffalo, v.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xvi: ‘Want a smoke?’ [...] Mr. Hopalong Cassidy side-stepped and began to roll a cigarette: ‘Shore, but I’ll burn my own.’.
at burn, v.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xxiii: The three-card-monte men on the street corners enriched themselves at the cost of venturesome know-it-alls.
at three-card (monte) man (n.) under three-card monte, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 iii: ‘They might git away on ’em,’ [i.e. horses] suggested the practical Johnny. ‘Can’t. They’s all cashed in.’.
at cashed, adj.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 ii: I heard tell that they make glue outen cayuses, sometimes.
at cayuse, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 i: Johnny used to chalk off when he hugged her, usen’t yu, Johnny?
at chalk off, v.2
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xi: He passed in his chips last night.
at pass in one’s chips (v.) under chip, n.2
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 ix: ‘Choke up,’ interposed Red.
at choke, v.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 iii: I jest come fer another cig; got any left?
at cig, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 i: Yah! Yu onct tried to clean up the Bend, Buckie, an’ if Pete an’ Billy hadn’t afound yu [...] that night yu wouldn’t be here eatin’ beef.
at clean up, v.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xxv: Tex swaggered over to the bar and tossed a quarter upon it: ‘Corn juice,’ he laconically exclaimed.
at corn juice (n.) under corn, n.1
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 ix: Those who desired sudden and much wealth as the necessary preliminary of painting some cow town in all the ‘bang up’ style such an event would call for.
at cow town, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xi: In about two weeks we’ll have a new marshal an’ he’ll shore be a dandy.
at dandy, n.2
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xxv: I’m going after th’ dogs who did it.
at dog, n.2
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 x: I’ll be doggoned if here ain’t Hopalong!
at I’ll be doggoned! (excl.) under doggone, v.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 viii: ‘Guess I’ll make ’em dust along,’ he added, shooting into the spot. A howl went up and two men ran away at top speed.
at dust, v.2
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 ix: That there four-eyed cuss looks at it and snickers.
at four-eyed, adj.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 iii: ‘Shorty kin shoot plum’ good – tain’t him,’ contradicted Billy. ‘Yas – with a six-shooter. He’s off’n his feed with a rifle,’ explained Johnny.
at off one’s feed (adj.) under feed, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 x: I hears yu an’ Frenchy’s reg’lar poker fiends!
at fiend, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 ix: He cussed an hour frontways an’ then trailed back on a dead gallop, with us a-laughin’ fit to bust.
at fit to bust under fit to..., phr.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 Ch. xvii: ‘For Pete’s sake, has anymore of yu fellers been up to K. C.?’ queried the proprietor in alarm.
at for Pete’s sake!, excl.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 iii: The man who had fired the shot was dead. Buck got him immediately after he had shot Johnny.
at get, v.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xi: Now git! An’ if I sees yu when I leaves I’ll send yu after yore friend.
at git!, excl.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 iii: ‘Bet yu ten we don’t git ’em afore dark,’ he announced. ‘Got yu. Go yu ten more I gits another,’ promptly responded Buck.
at go, v.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xv: ‘Oh, it’s my friend Slim going to hades,’ he remarked.
at Hades, n.
[US] C.E. Mulford Bar-20 xviii: If them rustlers hangs out on this sand range they’re better men than I reckons they are.
at hang out, v.1
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