Engaged for two years, she and Mr. Preble had been, and the wedding day all set.
He did not know desert hospitality, excepting what he had met at the Preble ranch.
He is a shrewd, shifty old rounder, Preble; no more and no less.
They now looked to Preble to give them a little active service.
Upon this hill is the old cemetery containing Preble's grave.
When the war was over, Preble no longer grew red in the face or swore.
The Emperor soon found what sort of a man he had to deal with, and Preble had no further trouble with him.
He gave permission to Preble to cut the brig out, if possible.
It was said of Preble that he had the worst temper and the best heart in the world.
"Hello, Preble," he grunted, casting his gross body into a chair.