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"All right!" cried the Creole; "I thing he's willin'. Adieu, Posson Jone'. My faith'! you are the so fighting an' moz rilligious man as I never saw! Adieu! Adieu!" Baptiste uttered a cry and presently ran by his master toward the schooner, his hands full of clods. St.
"About five o'clock in the afternoon, when it was a nice time to take a walk under the trees, we meandered quietly down to a corner of the back wall, where Jone thought it would be rather convenient to get over.
"Mais, w'at de matter, Posson Jone'?" "My sins, Jools, my sins!" "Ah! Posson Jone', is that something to cry, because a man get sometime a litt' bit intoxicate? "Jools, Jools, your eyes is darkened oh! Jools, where's my pore old niggah?" "Posson Jone', never min'; he is wid Baptiste." "Where?" "I don' know w'ere mais he is wid Baptiste. Baptiste is a beautiful to take care of somebody."
"You see, Jools, every man has his conscience to guide him, which it does so in " "Oh, yes!" cried St.-Ange, "conscien'; thad is the bez, Posson Jone'. Certainlee!
"Why, that money belongs to Smyrny Church," said the giant. "You are very dengerous to make your money expose like that, Misty Posson Jone'," said St.-Ange, counting it with his eyes. The countryman gave a start and smile of surprise.
Leab it to Massa Jone, said the alarmed negro; he know eberyting. This appeal to the knowledge of Richard was too flattering to be unheeded.
"When I told Jone about this he looked real serious, an' jus' then a waiter came upstairs an' went into the big man's room. In a minute he come out an' says to Jone an' me, a-grinnin': "'We can't suit him no better in this house. "'What does he want? asks Jone. "'Why, he wants a smaller bed, says the waiter.
He had a capital smile, and Mills was captivated into smiling in sympathy. "Who may you be?" he asked agreeably; "didn't expect to meet no white men about here. Where's your boys?" The tall man waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the coast, as though to imply that he had carriers somewhere in that part of the world. "Yais," he said pleasantly. "An' you are Jone Mills, eh?"
"That's jus' what I thought, ma'am," returned Pomona. "But Jone an' me got a disease-map of this country an' we looked all over it careful, an' wherever there wasn't chills there was somethin' that seemed a good deal wuss to us. An' says Jone, 'If I'm to have anything the matter with me, give me somethin' I'm used to. It don't do for a man o' my time o' life to go changin' his diseases."
Blood was running from a deep cut on his cheek. "I save yo' life, Jone," he gasped. "Shut up!" snapped one of the men, and struck him on the mouth. "Here," protested Mills; "go slow, can't you, There's no call to bang him about." They stared at him with astonishment. "Why, man," exclaimed Charley, "didn't we tell you he shot a woman?" "What's that he said about savin' your life?" demanded Dave.
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