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"I think, captain, it's Kirker." "It is Kirker, by the 'tarnal! I seed him down. Wagh! They'll lift his har to a sartinty." "Ay, they'll fish him out below. That's a sure case." "They'll fish out a good haul o' thur own, I reckin. It'll be a tight race, anyhow.
"Good as wheat!" and numerous other exclamations, hailed this declaration. "Some of you know my object in making this expedition. Others do not. I will declare it to you all. It is, then, to " "Git a grist of scalps; what else?" cried a rough, brutal-looking fellow, interrupting the chief. "No, Kirker!" replied Seguin, bending his eye upon the man, with an expression of anger. "It is not that.
"You are but a cowardly brute, with all your bluster," he continued, turning round to Kirker, and looking him in the eye. "Up with that knife! quick! or I will send this bullet through your ruffian heart!" Seguin had drawn his pistol, and stood in an attitude that told he would execute the threat.
"A' thocht for aboot three seconds he was acceptin' the challenge o' the Glasca' Ganymede A'm no' so sure o' Ganymede; A' got him oot of the sairculatin' library an' he was verra dull except the bit wheer he went oop in the air on the back of an eagle an' dropped his whustle. But MacMuller wasn't so full o' ficht as a' that." He walked away, but stopped and came back. "A'm a Wee Kirker," he said.
"Kirker's right," Rejoined another; "and I've made up my mind to have one, or bust." "But how are ye goin' to feed 'em on the road? We ha'n't meat if we take one apiece." "Meat be hanged!" ejaculated the second speaker; "we kin reach the Del Norte in four days or less. What do we want with so much meat?" "There's meat a-plenty," rejoined Kirker. "That's all the captain's palaver.
Umbrage of The Silchester Mirror, in Mr. J. M. Barrie's novel, When a Man's Single: "'What is the use of you? he asked indignantly, 'if you can't do a simple thing like that? "'Say "cheat," suggested Umbrage. "So Kirker wrote 'cheat." I think, however, that women have at last learnt to spell words ending in ieve and eive.
They were principally girls and young lads, whose dress and features bespoke them of the noblesse of the nation, the children of chiefs and warriors. This movement was not regarded in silence. The men had drawn together, and commenced talking in loud and mutinous language. "Wagh!" exclaimed Kirker, a fellow of brutal aspect; "thar are wives apiece, boys: why not every man help himself? Why not?"
I will now state my purpose fully. It is but just you should know it." "Ay, let us know that," muttered Kirker, "if tain't to raise har we're goin'." "We go, then, to seek for our friends and relatives, who for years have been captives to our savage enemy. There are many among us who have lost kindred, wives, sisters, and daughters."
If it runs out we kin drop the weemen, and take what o' them's handiest to carry." This was said with a significant gesture, and a ferocity of expression revolting to behold. "Now, boys! what say ye?" "I freeze to Kirker." "And I." "And I." "I'm not goin' to advise anybody," added the brute. "Ye may all do as ye please about it; but this niggur's not a-goin' to starve in the midst o' plenty."
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