词汇：cap

n. 帽子；盖

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The caps are next to the jewelry.
>> 2024-01-the grilled cheese sandwich
Still, a fact was a fact: the horses were gone. Call took Pea, Newt, Needle Nelson, and Old Hugh, and went in pursuit. He soon ruled out Indians, for the thieves were traveling too slow, and had even stopped to camp not thirty miles from their headquarters, which Indians with stolen horses would never have been foolish enough to do. It was soon plain that they were only chasing two men. They crossed into Canada on the second day and caught the thieves on the third, surprising them at breakfast. They were a shaky old man with a dirty gray beard and a strapping boy about Newt’s age. The old man had a single-shot buffalo gun, and the boy a cap-and-ball pistol. The boy was cooking venison and the old man propped against his saddle muttering over a Bible when Call walked in with his pistol drawn. The boy, though big as an ox, began to tremble when he saw the five men with guns.
尽管如此，事实就是事实：马不见了。Call带走了Pea、Newt、Needle Nelson和Old Hugh，继续追赶。他很快就把印第安人排除在外，因为小偷走得太慢了，甚至停下来在离他们总部不到三十英里的地方扎营，而那些偷了马的印第安人绝对不会愚蠢到这样做。很快就清楚了，他们只追了两个人。他们第二天越境进入加拿大，第三天抓住了小偷，早餐时让他们大吃一惊。他们是一个摇摇晃晃的老人，留着脏兮兮的灰胡子，还有一个和纽特差不多大的魁梧男孩。老人有一把单枪水牛枪，男孩有一把鸭舌帽手枪。当Call拔出手枪走进来时，男孩正在煮鹿肉，老人靠在马鞍上喃喃自语地读着《圣经》。这个男孩虽然像牛一样大，但当他看到那五个人拿着枪时，他开始发抖。
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
That night he wondered if he ought to leave. He could not stay around Clara without nursing hopes, and yet he could detect no sign that she cared about him. Sometimes he thought she did, but when he thought it over he always concluded that he had just been imagining things. Her remarks to him generally had a stinging quality, but he would often not realize he had been stung until after she left the scene. Working together in the lots, which they did whenever the weather was decent, she often lectured him on his behavior with the horses. She didn’t feel he paid close attention to them. July was at a loss to know how anyone could pay close attention to a horse when she was around, and yet the more his eyes turned to her the worse he did with the horses and the more disgusted she grew. His eyes would turn to her, though. She had taken to wearing her husband’s old coat and overshoes, both much too big for her. She wouldn’t wear gloves—she claimed the horses didn’t like it—and her large bony hands often got so cold she would have to stick them under the coat for a few minutes to warm them. She wore a variety of caps that she had ordered from somewhere—apparently she liked caps as much as she liked cake. None of them were particularly suited to a Nebraska winter. Her favorite one was an old Army cap Cholo had picked up on the plains somewhere. Sometimes Clara would tie a wool scarf over it to keep her ears warm, but usually the scarf came untied in the course of working with the horses, so that when they walked back up for a meal her hair was usually spilling over the collar of the big coat. Yet July couldn’t stop his eyes from feasting on her. He thought she was wonderfully beautiful, so beautiful that merely to walk with her from the lots to the house, when she was in a good mood, was enough to make him give up for another month all thought of leaving. He told himself that just being able to work with her was enough. And yet, it wasn’t—which is why the question finally forced itself out. He was miserable all night, for she hadn’t answered the question. But he had spoken the words and revealed what he wanted. He supposed she would think worse of him than she already did, once she thought it over.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Backing out of the weeds, he stepped on the pistol that had misfired, an old cap-and-ball gun. He stuck it in his belt and hurried back to Pea, who looked white. He had sense enough to realize he had just almost been shot. Augustus glanced at the other dead Indian, a fat boy of maybe seventeen. His rifle was an old Sharps carbine, which Augustus threw to Pea.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
But Augustus wasn’t in south Texas anymore, and as he rode through the empty country he had plenty of time to consider that maybe the talk hadn’t been all that accurate—talk often wasn’t. The bands were doomed, but they might last another year or two, whereas he was advancing into their country in the here and now. He wasn’t afraid for himself, but he was afraid for Lorena. Blue Duck might be dealing with some renegade chief with a taste for white women. Lorena would put a nice cap on a career largely devoted to stealing children.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“He found that cap in the fifties, to the best of my recollection,” Augustus said. “You know Deets is like me—he’s not one to quit on a garment just because it’s got a little age. We can’t all be fine dressers like you, Jake.” Jake turned his coffee eyes on Augustus and broke out another slow grin. “What’d it take to get you to whip up another batch of them biscuits?” he said. “I’ve come all the way from Arkansas without tasting a good bite of bread.” “From the looks of that pony it’s been fast traveling,” Call said, which was as close to prying as he intended to get. He had run with Jake Spoon off and on for twenty years, and liked him well; but the man had always worried him a little, underneath. There was no more likable man in the west, and no better rider, either; but riding wasn’t everything, and neither was likableness. Something in Jake didn’t quite stick. Something wasn’t quite consistent. He could be the coolest man in the company in one fight, and in the next be practically worthless.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Didn’t he have that cap when I left?” Jake asked. He took his own hat off and slapped the dust off his pants leg with it.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I swear, Jake,” Augustus said, looking at the bay horse, “you’ve rode that horse right down to the bone.” “Give him a good feed, Deets,” Call said. “I judge it’s been a while since he’s had one.” Deets led the horses off toward the roofless barn. It was true that he made his pants out of old quilts, for reasons that no one could get him to explain. Colorful as they were, quilts weren’t the best material for riding through mesquite and chaparral. Thorns had snagged the pants in several places, and cotton ticking was sticking out. For headgear Deets wore an old cavalry cap he had found somewhere—it was in nearly as bad shape as Lippy’s bowler.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Nobody would be loony enough to hire you to cook, Woodrow,” Augustus said. “The cap is supposed to keep the cook’s old greasy hairs from falling into the food. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of Bol’s hairs have found their way into this sow bosom.” Newt looked at Bolivar, sitting over by the stove in his dirty serape. Bolivar’s hair looked like it had had a can of secondhand lard poured over it. Once every few months Bol would change clothes and go visit his wife, but his efforts at improving his appearance never went much higher than his mustache, which he occasionally tried to wax with grease of some kind.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Because it’s what real cooks are supposed to wear,” Augustus said, looking at Bolivar, who was stirring a little coffee into his brown sugar. “Not so much a hat as a kind of big white cap—it looked like it could have been made out of a bedsheet.” “I’d be damned if I’d wear one,” Call said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
And all the cookies, I hold in my cap, I had just settled down to take a big-- ( farting uncontrollably ) It's just-- it's beginning to smell a lot like Christmas!
>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
It's certainly a good one A death's-head on their caps, of all things With good reason It means they're open for business Well, every business has some good apples and some bad apples The death's-head becomes them both You should talk!
>> 布达佩斯之恋Gloomy Sunday AKA The Piano Player) Movie Script
127 INT. STRATTON OAKMONT III - JORDAN’S OFFICE - DAY (FEB ‘95) 127 Jordan finishes a phone call as Donnie enters with STEVEMADDEN, 30s, dressed in wrinkled navy blazer, cargo pantsand T-shirt, a baseball cap over his scraggly, thinninghair. Jordan smiles, crosses to greet him.
>> 华尔街之狼 The Wolf of Wall Street Movie Script
Used to be, all a King had to do was look reasonable in uniform and not fall off his horse. Now we must creep cap in hand into people's homes that smell of boiled cabbage, and speak nicely to them. We're reduced to that lowest, basest of all creatures...we've become...actors! Don't give me a look of defeated pathos. This is a family crisis!
>> 国王的演讲 The King's Speech Movie Script
Scrambling in back, Will finds a liter of Arrowhead. Hands it off. Edward unscrews the cap, but instead of drinking it, he douses himself. Soaks the blanket.
>> 大鱼 Big Fish (2003) Movie Script
Sandra SNAPS the cap back on the syrup.
>> 大鱼 Big Fish (2003) Movie Script
He watches as Sandra puts the cap back on the syrup.
>> 大鱼 Big Fish (2003) Movie Script
95 EXT. HIGHWAY/GAS STATION - CENTRAL ILLINOIS - 1996 - AFTERNOON: 95 In nasty weather, Lipsky fills the tank, leaving the cap onthe roof. David runs around to the other side of the car to take over driving duty from Lipsky. They drive away.
>> 旅行终点 The End of the Tour Movie Script
PATTY:
Everybody who comes here, the first thing they want to see is “where did Mary Tyler Moore throw her cap in the air?” One of our biggest attractions.
>> 旅行终点 The End of the Tour Movie Script
545. The incapable man in cap went into the hospitable capital hospital.
545.戴帽子的无能男子走进好客的首都医院。
>> 800句帮助你记相似单词的句子
Would have liked it even more if we were heading towards it, but... It's probably better if you take off the lens cap.
>> 孤筏重洋 Kon-Tiki (2012) Movie Script
INT. COCKPIT - CO-PILOT'S SEAT - NIGHT SOUND of rushing air as instantly inflatable balloon pilot takes shape in seat with hands on wheel. His uniform and cap are painted on, and he has an alert "leave the driving to us" expression on his face. The plane immediately regains level flight, and Elaine and Rumack sigh in relief.
>> 飞机 Airplane! Movie Script
The MAN next to her is wearing a surgical cap with mask.
>> 飞机 Airplane! Movie Script
PHIPPS:
And nobody caps him until we getthat bomb tagged. After that, I don't give a sh*t what happens tohim.
>> 间接伤害 Collateral Damage Movie Script
340 EXT. UNION STATION - DAY 340 A man sits on a bench. He's wearing sunglasses and abaseball cap. He puts a shoulder bag on the bench, takessomething out, then gets up and walks away, when... Suddenly, two tourists and a hot dog vendor are right onhim. One of 'em jams a concealed gun jammed into hisribs, while the other two hustle him forcefully to a van.
>> 间接伤害 Collateral Damage Movie Script