Sister Engle and I went, however, quite frequently after the grass was burnt off in June, accompanied by some of the schoolboys.
Elisha, first; Broadsword, second; that thing of Engle's, third.
When Lincoln, Murray, and Engle met, there was sure to be a crowd.
I've told you this Engle melon ain't as ripe as they think it is.
Let Engle have his pull; it won't buy him a nickel's worth with ole Maje Pettigrew.
Elisha will come from behind; Engle is smart enough for that.
He could go to John Engle and get something to do upon one of Engle's ranches.
"He'll quit about the time he hits the head of the stretch," said Engle.
Mr. Engle's forte was location, and in the mountainous regions of the West he found ample exercise for this faculty.
Engle says you don't and never did, but that Elisha is a dog, same as he said at first.