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"He is the worst enemy any man can have," muttered the squatter. "He don't know we're here? Good. Nobody does. He's too smart and hard to be just a man. Garman is he he was the devil who made us outcasts like we be he did it. Hiding our faces from the world, account of him!" "Do you want to tell me what he did to you?" Blease glanced at the little shack. "No, no. I reckon I don't want to tell you.
"You yoost put your money by der builtun-loan 'sociation, Toby," she advised gently. "Dey safe ut fer you." "T'ree hunder' fifta dolla no!" answered her betrothed. "I keep in de pock'!" He showed her where the bills were pinned into his corduroy waistcoat pocket. "See! Eesa yau! Onna my heart, libra Ogostine!" "Toby, uf you ain'd dake ut by der builtun-loan, blease put ut in der bink?"
She stared at us. "Hullo!" "We've just come from Vrnjatchka Banja," we explained. She took Jo to the hospital, while Blease and Jan dropped their heavy luggage and washed in a basin, provided by a Serb servant girl. Jo did not return. Jan went to the hospital to look for her.
The strain was beginning to tell on all three men in the clearing. Each hour now seemed a day, each sight of a Garman man was a torture. "It ain't human," muttered Blease. "I can't stand it." Higgins lay flat on his back in his tent, staring up at the canvas. "It had better be a dark night to-night," he said, with a grim smile. Roger silently agreed.
We finally decided that if he was going to have dysentery he had better have it decently and in order at Podgoritza, than stand the chance of being suddenly surprised by the Austrians and made to walk endless distances. So we heaved him on to a wooden pack, and the other chlorodyney figures of woe climbed on to the remaining queer-looking saddles. Blease tried a horse which had a thoughtful eye.
"Dese men haf tiger faces. . . . I shall send somebody to vetch mein bits of dings." "Where are you going, sir?" "Vere it shall blease Gott," returned Pons' universal legatee with supreme indifference. "Send me word," said Villemot. Fraisier turned to the head-clerk. "Go after him," he whispered. Mme.
"Here, quit walking all over me, Noodles!" called out Fritz, who had coiled his rather long legs under him as well as he could, while squatting there on the ground. "I haf nodt der time to do all dot," remarked the German-American boy, calmly, "idt would pe too pig a chob. Oh! excuse me off you blease, Fritz; dot was an accident, I gif you my word."
Will you bromise, blease, to keeb it secret, what I'm goin' to tell you?" "Yes, rather! Fire away," said the Emîr. "Well, sir, I know of a blace where gold is found more blenty than the oranges in that garden we now come from." "You don't? You're joking!" The Emîr stared at him. "I do, sir. You know, there's lots of country neffer been exblored away there to the south and east, behind the Jordan.
They used an old trick, and I fell into the trap like a tenderfoot. A few of them came hollering and shooting out of Flower Prairie, stampeding the boys. I figured it to be a raid on the camp, and I hollered for Blease and we ran for the tents. They played the bluff strong. Steamboat Bill got it through the head while he was running for cover you remember him, the big, black fellow with earrings.
Roger felt the tough beneath him exerting all his energy. Slowly, surely he felt himself being turned. Then out from the sawgrass came the roar of a rifle, and a heavy slug whined over the gunman's head. Bang! Another shot. Then the voice of Blease, the squatter: "Next shot, I'll hold a foot lower. Throw that gun in the ditch. Throw it, you " Bang! "That's right Now get 'em boys, get 'em!"
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