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The boy pursed his lips. "Wall, no," he exclaimed at last, nonchalantly. "No-o-o! I can't say's it was. We'd both been expectin' it, I reckon. Old Tom, he often sed he knew that some day he'd go and git just blind, stavin' drunk enough to try an' swim the upper rapids and two weeks ago he done so!" And the rest of the words were quite casual.
"Heman's a heap more anxious to see her than she is to see him," observed the former. "He's pretty fur gone in that direction, judgin' by the weather signs." Thankful nodded. "I cal'late that's so," she agreed. "Still, he's been just as fur gone with others, if all they say's true. Mr. Daniels is a fascinator, so everybody says." "Yup. Prides himself on it, always seemed to me.
Rainey saw the sweat standing out on the captain's forehead as he answered: "Of course you'll come, Jim. No need for you to talk this way." "No need to talk! By the eternal, what I've got to say's bin steamin' in me for fourteen months o' blackness, an' it's comin' out, now it's started! Who's this man, who was talkin' with ye when I come aboard?"
'Weel, then! said the Yorkshireman, striking the table heavily with his fist, 'what I say's this Dang my boans and boddy, if I stan' this ony longer. Do ye gang whoam wi' me, and do yon loight an' toight young whipster look sharp out for a brokken head, next time he cums under my hond. 'Mercy on us, what's all this? cried Miss Price, in affected astonishment.
He's in the camp with the gang about six weeks, sometimes eight; they say's it's a kind of settlement down there, an' then he's off again till sugarin' comes round; but he's dreadful sharp and partikler about the taxes, I tell you, and he's given a good deal too, fust and last, to the town. Folks say he wants to make 'em satisfied to let him alone.
Close upon two hunderd I should say's his age." "Nonsense!" I said; "horses are very old indeed at twenty!" "Some horses; but he was only a baby then. He's the oldest horse as ever was, and about the best; ain't you, Basket? Come along, old chap."
"No, I can't say's I do.... I bet they was immoral, them guys," he continued vaguely. They wandered about the streets of Fontainebleau listlessly, looking into shop windows, staring at women, lolling on benches in the parks where the faint sunlight came through a lacework of twigs purple and crimson and yellow, that cast intricate lavender- grey shadows on the asphalt.
He gave a chuckle which he intended for a benevolent smile. "See," Say's husband exclaimed, turning to Tyope; "the Naua believes as I do. My wife is no " the evil word he suppressed in time. He stopped, biting his lips in embarrassment. Tyope's features moved not. He spoke to the chief of the Delight Makers as quietly and calmly as possible,
We're not fit for it, that's the fact; we haven't got the nerve now. It'd want a mint of money to help us. And what you say's the truth people want to see the end of us. They want the taxis our day's over. I'm not complaining; you asked me about it yourself." And for the third time he raised his whip. "Tell me what you would have done if you had been given your fare and just sixpence over?"
He does not know, then, the illustrious Say, the nature of a science; or rather, he knows nothing of the subject which he discusses. Say's example has borne its fruits. Political economy, as it exists at present, resembles ontology: discussing effects and causes, it knows nothing, explains nothing, decides nothing.
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