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"They're sitting in it from the time they get out of their swaddling rags." Bobbie walked up to the nearby fruit merchant. "How much is this apple, Tony?" The Italian looked at him warily, and then smirked. "Eet's nothing toa you, signor. I'ma da policeman's friend. You taka him." Bobbie laughed, as he fished out a nickel from his pocket. He shook his head, as he replied.
"If you'll not b'lieve what I told, den you go'n' see for you'se'f." "What is it?" "De track, seh." "What track? Wolves?" "If it was only wolfs!" "Confound you! can't you say what it is?" "Eet's de It ain't safe for told its name out loud, for dass de way it come if it's call by its name!" "Windego, eh?" said Tom, laughing. "I'll know its track jus' as quick 's I see it."
Presently he endeavoured to look round, so as to see who it was that had come to his assistance. "Hold hard!" I said. "You mustn't move, or I'll have to let you go;" for, I can state, it was a difficult job supporting him in that way, and it took all my paddling to keep our united weight up. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "I ken the voice eet's you, Leigh, eesn't it?"
"No, Tony, I don't get my apples from the 'policeman's friend. I can pay for them. You know all of us policemen aren't grafters even on the line of apples and peanuts." The Italian's eyes grew big. "Well, you'ra de first one dat offer to maka me de pay, justa de same. Eet's a two centa, eef you insist." He gave Bobbie his change, and the young man munched away on the fresh fruit with relish.
He put the money into his wallet. He went to the door to admit another. "Ah, Levy, what do you have to say?" "Ah, Meester Clemm, eet's a bad bizness! Nattings at all to-day. I've been through five shoit-vaist factories, and not a girl could I get. Too much of dis union bizness. I told dem I vas a valking delegate, but I don't t'ink I look like a delegate. Vot's to be done?"
"Ah, well, eet's money talks," said he. And on that they parted; for this last talk between them came when Jean's team was pulling out for the north-west, after a profitable little rest-time in which Jean had exchanged a little rubbish for a lot of good food and a quite considerable wad of dollars.
During the evening two stocky little French girls came in and sang "Eet's a longa, longa wye to Teeperaree" in English for the "seek Capitan." The Canadian division was in rest during those early April days when the cold, long-drawn out spring became almost imperceptibly warmer and the buds were beginning to swell on the trees and bushes.
"All right," he agreed, readily. "Why not?" He heaped the money under a stone, sank over upon his back with an affected yawn, drew his hat over his eyes, and lay still. "We go to sleep now, Franke," he proposed. "Eet's long time I haf t'ink." Soon both were snoring. Out in the trail hung the quiet of a sick-room. The long afternoon waned.
A burst of light laughter reached the men by the camp fire and Jean Bènard looked round. "What ees ze saying of your countrymen, p'liceman? 'Youth eet veel be served! It veel snatch eet's happiness from zee jaws of death, eetself." "Yes! And these two deserve the happiness they will get!"
"Send the flowers to the hospital. The servants may drink the claret cup and lemonade. Keep some of the cakes fresh for dinner." The butler nodded his head. "Yes, Madame," he said. Then, by way of pouring oil on what appeared to him to be a troubled situation, he added: "Eet's a rough day. I suppose zat has somepsing to do weeth it." Aileen was aflame in a moment.
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