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No, Mister Sam Duruy, I says, 'your lively horse's taught me a lesson, I says, ''n' hereafter I don't lend no money on so much 's a egg without I see a good curb-bit bought 'n' put in its mouth first, I says; 'n' then I walked off, 'n' the end o' it all is 't if Cousin Marion's poor I certainly ain't very wild to have her find out 's I'm rich.
Eventually, seated by my window, as before stated, Melons asserted himself, though our conversation rarely went further than "Hello, Mister!" and "Ah, Melons!" a vagabond instinct we felt in common implied a communion deeper than words. An unlooked for incident drew us in closer relation. A sea-faring friend just from a tropical voyage had presented me with a bunch of bananas.
Ross meanwhile had gone on board the barque for some firearms which he was giving the king in exchange for several boatloads of provisions. When he returned, with two of his crew carrying six muskets, a keg of powder, and a bag of bullets, Cayse met him on the threshold of the king's house. "Come inside, mister. The king wants to talk to you on a matter of business.
"You will be in good company, sir," said I. At that he threw back his head and laughed, and Bill Cowan and my friends laughed with him. "Good company c'est la plupart de la vie," said Monsieur Vigo. "Et quel garcon what a boy it is!" "I never seed his beat fer wisdom, Mister Vigo," said Bill Cowan, now in good humor once more at the prospect of rum and tobacco.
"Don't you know that it's wrong to pitch pennies?" he said gravely. "None of your chaff, mister," retorted one of the street boys, irreverently. "When did you come from the country, old Goggles?" "My son, you should address me with more respect." "Just get out of the way, mister! I don't want to hear no preachin'." "I am afraid you have been badly brought up, my son."
But he run away from his wife as used to keep this shanty, and she never heard no more of him." "Until she found he was rich and could leave her five thousand a year," said Hurd, absently; "so like a woman." "You seem to know all about it, mister?" said the sailor, uneasily. "Yes, I read the papers. A queer case that of Norman's death.
The dog dropped to his feet and wagged his tail inquiringly. "Chance there he don't cotton to strangers," explained Shoop, slipping his hand in the wolf-dog's collar. "Did he nip you?" "Nope. But me and him ain't strangers, mister. You see, I knowed the boss's brother Billy, what passed over in a wreck. He used to own Chance, so the boss says." "You knew Billy! But Chance don't know that.
He halted a short distance from Farbish, and drew from his pocket a crumpled scrap of the offending magazine page: the item that had offended Horton. "I may not have good manners, Mister Farbish, but where I come from we know how to handle varmints." He dropped his voice and added for the plotter's ear only: "Here's a little matter on the side that concerns only us.
"I'se purty well prepared for 'em now, an' atter tomorrer I'll be jes ready for 'em. I'se gwine ter Louisburg to-morrer, an' I 'llow that atter I come back they won't keer ter meddle wid Nimbus. Tell yer what, Mister Dossey, I bought dis place from ole Marse Desmit, an' paid for it, ebbery cent; an' I swar I ain't a gwine ter let no man drive me offen it nary foot.
My business is to build the boats, not to man them." "Right you are, mister; every man ought to mind his own business, and I'll bet a pewter toothpick you understand flatboats, even if you don't know anything else. I will speak to my friend Mr. B. in regard to his end of the business, for I see him coming. That's him walking this way along the shore; you can know Harman a mile off by his stoop.
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