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"Ah watched yo' take a long walk this mo'ning, Brer Possum," said Ol' Mistah Buzzard. "Did yo', indeed; yo' have keen eyes, Mistah Buzzard!" replied Unc' Billy. "Ah saw yo' meet a lot of yo' friends. It's fine to have a lot of friends, isn't it, Brer Possum?" said Ol' Mistah Buzzard. Unc' Billy looked at Ol' Mistah Buzzard sharply.
"And Andy Foger will help us, too," added Sam, as he withdrew, after an encounter with Eradicate. "Doan't let dat worry yo', Mistah Swift!" exclaimed the darkey. "Jest let dat low-down-good-fo-nuffin' Andy Foger come 'round me, an' Ah'll make him t'ink he's de inside ob a chicken coop, dat's what Ah will." Perhaps Andy heard of this, and kept away.
Mistah Clement J. Cleggett, sah, the ownah of dis hyeah boat?" "Yes." The negro fumbled in an inner pocket and produced a card. He gave it to Cleggett with a deferential bow, and then announced sonorously: "Miss Genevieve Pringle, sah in de cah-age, sah a callin' on Mistah Clement J. Cleggett."
There's a pair of Mr. Becker's old shoes, good as new, waiting to be given away." "Carrie!" "Miss Lilly loves pickles. George, do as I say." "Carrie!" "Law! Mistah Beckah, I knows Mis' Beckah and her ways. Law! I doan take no offense." "I wish if you want extras, Carrie, you would buy them. It is a darn shame to make yourself so small before the other boarders."
"Fo'teen thousand two hundred dollahs," he announced finally. "The odd fo' thousand, two hundred will go to the families of the men yo' murdahed yestahday. And now, Mistah Jack Hahdy, my personal business with yo' will be " He did not finish. The door of the little office had suddenly opened, and Tucumcari Pete stood in the entrance!
"Oh, I wants t' go all right 'nuff, Mistah Sharp," was Eradicate's prompt answer. "Yo' all knows I'd do anyt'ing t' 'blige yo' or Mistah Swift. But hits dish yeah mule, Boomerang. I jest done promised him dat we were gwine home t' dinnah, an' he 'spects a manger full ob oats.
Ah ain't gwine tell no boy dat Mistah Hamlin, he say he am supercargo, an' dat he reckon he got orders f'om de owners; and Mistah Cap'n Falk, he say he am cap'n and he cuss su'thin' awful 'bout dem orders; and Mistah Roger Hamlin he say Mistah Cap'n Falk his clock am a hour wrong and no wonder Mistah Kipping am writing in de log-book dat de ship am whar she ain't; and Mistah Kipping he swear dre'ful pious and he say by golly he am writer of dat log-book and he reckon he know what's what ain't.
"Who's going away, Marshall?" I inquired. "Young Mistah Ma'colm gwine 'way on de boat ter Noo Yo'k dis ebenin', suh, en I'm takin' his things down ter de wharf, suh." This was news to me, and I heard it with regret. My wife looked sorry, too, and I could see that Mabel was trying hard to hide her concern. "He's comin' 'long behin', suh, en I 'spec's you'll meet 'im up de road a piece.
I didn't see you come out of the galley like you didn't know there was anybody on deck, and walk right under the rigging where I was waiting for just such tricks. Oh, no! I was dreaming, I was. Oh, yes." "Dat Kipping," the cook whispered, "he's hand and foot with Mistah Falk." "Lemme in, you woolly-headed son of perdition, or I swear I'll take the kinky scalp right off your round old head."
"It was the most effective weapon you could have used," said Tom, gratefully. "Deed no, Mistah Swift, I didn't hab no weapon," spoke Eradicate earnestly. "I ain't eben got mah razor, 'case I left it home. I didn't hab no weapon at all. I jest used de whitewash, laik yo' seen me." "That's what I meant," answered Tom, trying not to laugh at the simple negro's misunderstanding.
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