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"Say, what's eatin' you, soldier?" demanded the irate American motor cycle orderly. For answer McGee sprang into the side car and barked a few crisp, sharp orders that brooked no hesitation. The responsive little motor roared its staccato eagerness as the machine lurched forward, leaving Larkin speechless and wondering. "What do you know about that?" he mused.
"Sometimes we worked on Sat'day a'ternoon, owin' to de crops; but women all knocked off on Sat'day a'ternoon. On Sat'day night, we mos'ly had fun, playin' an drinking whiskey an' beer no time to fool 'roun' in de week time. "Some went to chu'ch an' some went fishin' on Sunday. On Chris'mas we had a time all kinds eatin' wimmen got new dresses men tobacco had stuff to las' 'til Summer.
Some they'll tell you she's sunk down to the ways of Injuns, clean out of a white man's sight in the dirt and doin's of them dead-horse eatin' 'Rapahoes. But I know she ain't. She lets herself down on a level to reach 'em, and git her hands under 'em so she can lift 'em up, the same as she puts herself on my level when she wants to reach me, or your level, or anybody's level, mom."
She was shivering. She wanted to fall down on her knees and put her arms around her son's wife, and sob out all her loneliness and heartache. But life is a stage; and Miss Presly was an audience not to be ignored. So Mrs. Palmer said: "Well, I'll be reel glad to come, Emarine. It's offul kind o' yuh to think of 't. It 'u'd 'a' be'n lonesome eatin' here all by myself, I expect." Emarine stood up.
"I'm glad I didn't wear my dead-lustre silk," said she tenderly; "it might 'a' got spotted. I'm all'as a great hand to spot when I'm eatin' blueberry pie." Blessed soul! it was not she; it was my arm that was scattering the contents of the pie. "You know I board 'Blind Rodgers," she went on, still deeper to bury my regret and confusion.
"Ought to go to work, Sa, don't believe in we lyin' in camp eatin' up de perwisions." Such were the quaint complaints, which I heard with joy. Looking over my note-books of that period, I find them filled with topographical memoranda, jotted down by a flickering candle, from the evening talk of the men, notes of vulnerable points along the coast, charts of rivers, locations of pickets.
When the ten minutes is up you all come an' take a look through that window. If you don't see the girl eatin' at that table, I'll chaw up my hat." He crowded them through the door and shut it behind them. A cry of joy came from old Joe Cumberland and Buck turned to see Kate sitting up on the bunk. She brushed her father's anxious arms aside and ran to Buck. "Shut up!" said Buck. "Talk soft.
Look out for the grizzlies, and may you have better luck in future." "Yes, Hogan, good by," said Joshua. "We make over to you all our interest in the bear. He meant to eat you. You can revenge yourself by eatin' him." "Are you going to leave me, gentlemen?" asked Hogan in alarm. "You don't expect us to stay and take care of you, do you?" "Let me go with you," pleaded Hogan.
He looked as if you'd set him crazy if you didn't quit that chuttering and cluckling!" Herbert's expression partook of a furious astonishment. "I don't any such thing!" he burst out. "I guess I wouldn't talk much about last Sunday dinner, if I was you neither. Who got caught eatin' off the ice cream freezer spoon out on the back porch, if you please?
"An' I know you air eatin' yo' heart out, too, because you can't git June, an' I'm hopin' you'll suffer the torment o' hell as long as you live. God, she hates ye now! To think o' your knowin' the world and women and books" he spoke with vindictive and insulting slowness "You bein' such a fool!" "That may all be true, but I think you can talk better outside that gate."
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