"Besides," Quinn interrupted, "If I tried to set Howie that far back we'd be lucky to get within twenty miles of New Bedford and a couple of days of the killing.
"Maybe we'll get lucky," Brennan said, but none of us believed it.
There were only three bedrooms, and because she had to get up the earliest, she was the lucky one to have a room of her own - with the exception of Brandon, of course.
We were lucky to get away from those dreadful vegetable people.
"Well, that is lucky," said the old man, smiling.
"It's the Lucky Pup mine!" he announced.
The way things are going now, I'm lucky to save ten dollars a week.
He was a lucky fox that left his tail in the trap.
Just consider you got lucky tonight.
Lucky you jumped aside, or it would have wiped you out!
Sorry about getting hot up at the Lucky Pup.
You will in the meanwhile have earned your fare, and arrive there some time tomorrow, or possibly this evening, if you are lucky enough to get a job in season.
Another company, a lucky one for not all the companies had vodka, crowded round a pockmarked, broad-shouldered sergeant major who, tilting a keg, filled one after another the canteen lids held out to him.
It sounds like the Lucky Pup Mine is at the bottom of the whole business.
After a nod of her head, Paulette's hand shot up and the auctioneer all but cheered as he looked about for another sucker, his voice sounding like an old Lucky Strike commercial.
All I could think of was Randy and how lucky we are that he's got his act together in spite of this business with Jen—how much better off he is than Billy— and Jen than Melissa.
I don't know whose bones were in the Lucky Pup Mine, but Josh Mulligan died in 1987 of cirrhosis of the liver from drinking too much.
There's only a half dozen Lucky Strikes.
I know the work is hard and the weather is forbidding at times, but do you know how lucky you are?
The Lucky Pup is one of a dozen or so digs scattered around his property up in Governor's Basin.
How did you know about the Lucky Pup?
He was dying to know what happened up at the Lucky Pup.
It was a mine portal, smaller than the main entrance to the Lucky Pup.
It's just a back entrance to the Lucky Pup.
Josh Mulligan was Paul's mine manager at the Lucky Pup.
If in fact those reports were all lies, he may have never even entered the Lucky Pup.
After much discussion, they agreed on the wording: I understand you have an interest in the Lucky Pup mine in Ouray County, Colorado and may be anxious about what was found therein.
Anyway, I was lucky it was a low cliff and that Yancey found me before a bear did.
Jule wasn't lucky enough for the creature on the main floor not to hear.
"I'm not lucky enough to die," he said with a faint smile.
She'll be lucky if I let her survive the day.
One of the ladies who worked at the courthouse made an offhand comment about the popular Lucky Pup Mine.
Mr. Dean here, part time detective and sheriff candidate, tracked down a hot lead on some bones—maybe a long dead villain—up at The Lucky Pup mine.
I own The Lucky Pup mine.
I don't give a damn about a bunch of bones, but where do you get off saying The Lucky Pup Mine is yours?
If you want the parcel with the Lucky Pup on it, there's a damn good reason—something I don't know about.
"I think we should see The Lucky Pup Mine for ourselves," Cynthia said.
"I suppose this means it's inappropriate to fill Fred in on what happened at the Lucky Pup," Cynthia mused as they climbed the steps to Bird Song.
In the eyes of the Deans, it was looking more and more as if person or persons unknown did in fact take the original bones and switch them for the theatrical imitations Fitzgerald dragged out of The Lucky Pup mine.
The Lucky Pup has apparently been sealed up for the last forty years until someone—kids, we think—broke into the mine this spring.
He'd reached to the main Jeep road from the faint trail to the Lucky Pup when a sound broke the stillness of dusk.
"The liquor bottle outside the Lucky Pup mine was a pint of vodka, too," Cynthia said.
But no one's worked the Lucky Pup in decades.
"Do you know who bought the Lucky Pup?" he finally asked.
Does this Dawkins fella still own the Lucky Pup?
Dawkins, Sr. had never hired another mine manager after Josh and never so much as mentioned the Lucky Pup after that time—to his sons or his wife.
Either one of them might have stolen the bony digit from Cynthia's jewelry case and fired a gun at the Lucky Pup Mine.
Certainly he has no ties to Josh Mulligan of forty years ago, or the Dawkins, or the Lucky Pup mine.
He rose and began pacing the room as Dean stopped by and proceeded to bend Dean's ear how this was the day he and Paulette were to receive a firm offer on the Lucky Pup property.
But there was the little problem of the pack of cigarettes Martha clearly described as being with the bones in the Lucky Pup Mine.
"Lucky Strike Greens," he said.
You were very brave, and it is lucky that the wolf was not there.
The trench itself was the room, in which the lucky ones, such as the squadron commander, had a board, lying on piles at the end opposite the entrance, to serve as a table.
"It's lucky for him that he escaped me; but I'll find him!" she said in her rough voice.
Napoleon was experiencing a feeling of depression like that of an ever- lucky gambler who, after recklessly flinging money about and always winning, suddenly just when he has calculated all the chances of the game, finds that the more he considers his play the more surely he loses.
What do you do at age thirty, or, if you're lucky, forty?
What's so valuable about the Lucky Pup Mine?
And I won't put up with any trouble at The Lucky Pup!
A little girl—a sort-of ward of ours—had an interest in the Lucky Pup Mine.
Do you mean The Lucky Pup?
Both Dawkins brothers were being offered excessive prices for the Lucky Pup land, from some supposedly unknown and secret purchaser.
"Want to see what a Lucky Strike Green Flat Fifty tin looks like?" he asked.
"It's lucky we got here, though," said the boy; and Jim thought of the dark cave, and agreed with him.
"But I have had a lucky escape this time," he added, pointing to the damaged plaster of the wall.
I'm sorry your guy missed him but maybe it was his lucky day.
In the morning, her father really would kill him, and she'd be lucky to escape with another beating.
It was lucky the maids ran in just then...
He may have worked up at The Lucky Pup Mine.
He felt it awkward to attract everyone's attention and to be considered a lucky man and, with his plain face, to be looked on as a sort of Paris possessed of a Helen.
There's a chance the offer for the mine was completely innocent—simply someone who was legitimately interested in The Lucky Pup and then changed his mind.
We got lucky and pulled a single finger print from the rest room door.
Commonly they did not think that they were lucky, or well paid for their time, unless they got a long string of fish, though they had the opportunity of seeing the pond all the while.