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"If I'll had this head in Winnipeg I'll got hondred dollars for each one, me, maybe so. Now I'll show you how for cook some sheep to-night after supper." "You mean at supper, don't you?" asked Rob. "Non! Non! We'll eat supper, wait a while, then those sheep meat he'll look good some more. I'll show you." "Are you going to tell us another story to-night?" asked Jesse, eagerly.
"Throw something on top of her," said Moise. "She'll been too light! I'm afraid I'll ron off, me." "Well, look at that man," said Jesse, admiringly. "I didn't know any man was so strong." "Those Companee man, she'll have to be strong like hox!" said Moise, laughing. "You'll ought to seen heem. Me, I'm not ver' strong. Two, three hondred pounds, she'll make me tire."
'E's wort' two hondred pesos." Murphy, the Swede, followed quickly: "Aye ban' send may vages home to may ole' moder, but aye skall bat you some." "Haven't you boys risked enough already?" ventured Miss Chapin. "Remember, it will go pretty hard with the losers." "Harder the better," came a voice. "Y'all don't have to bet, jest because I'm h'yar," gibed Gallagher. "God!
Spark from my cigar fell on my hand." "You know, you smoke too much, Pat," said his wife, seizing the opening with the instinct which makes an Irishman at a fair hit every head he sees. "I'm all right, me dear. Faith, I c'u'd smoke wan hondred a day and no harm done." By way of proving the assertion he puffed out with increased vigor at his cigar.
The first statement, though eminently satisfactory, was also a little bewildering. “Two hondred generations?” he asked, courteously. “Zat is a vary old family. All bore arms you say, Mistair Bonker?” “All,” replied Mr Bunker, gravely. “The first few bore tails as well.” “Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the Baron. “You are a fonny man I pairceive, vat you call clown, yes?”
"Goot efening, Mr. Mortimer," said the tall man in a guttural voice, "this is Behrend" he indicated the young man by his side "you haft not meet him no?" Then, leaving Behrend to shake hands with Mortimer, he literally rushed at Desmond and shook him by the hand exactly as though he were working a pump handle. "My tear Pellward," he cried, "it is a hondred year since I haf see you, not?
And before either Countess or Baron could interpose, their captors had slipped out, the key was turned, and they were left to the dual enjoyment of the antique apartment. "Teufel!" shouted the Baron, kicking the door frantically. "Open him, open him! I vill pay you a hondred pound! Goddam! Open!" But only the gasps of the Countess answered him.
"Goin' to de dev'," said the sweetly-smiling yonng man. The schooner-captain, leaning against the shrouds, and even Baptiste, laughed outright. "O Jools, you mustn't!" "Well, den, w'at I shall do wid it?" "Any thing!" answered the parson; "better donate it away to some poor man" "Ah! Misty Posson Jone', dat is w'at I want. You los' five hondred dollar' 'twas me fault." "No, it wa'n't, Jools."
"I mak' seven hondred dollar clean profit!" "It was very nice of both of you, but I can't wear it. I've never seen a dress like it, except in pictures, and I couldn't " She saw his face fall, and said, impulsively: "I'll wear it once, anyhow, Poleon, just for you. Go away quick, now, and let me put it on." "Dat's good," he nodded, as he moved away.
I s'pose could carry through maybe a hondred ton or so!" "Well, maybe not that much!" smiled Alex, "but we've proved that the channel out there is practicable. We'll go up now and bring down the other boat. First we'll put this one high up on the bank, so that no rise in the stream can take it away, because we're apt to need these boats before we get through."
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