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Now I bes t'inkin' as how there bes a girl in this harbor wid eyes an' lips " "Sure, Nick, yer thoughts bes no better nor father's songs," interrupted Mary. Black Dennis Nolan was permitted an interview with Miss Flora Lockhart in the afternoon following his return to Chance Along.
"I mak' it go fas'," and began to row swiftly, seeking the breeze of the open river in which to shake off the horde of stinging pests that had risen with the sun. "I come 'way queeck wit'out t'inkin' 'bout gun or skeeter net or not'in'. Runnion she's len' me dis coat, so mebbe I don' look so worse lak' I do jus' now, eh?" "How did you leave him? Is he badly injured?"
Dick Lynch eyed him with drunken cunning. "Ye knows that grand young woman, sir?" he queried. "Yes," said Mr. Darling. "She crossed to London aboard my ship three years ago. We we were good friends." "Aye, ye would be," returned Dick with a drunken leer. And then, lurching forward, "Ye'll be makin' a trip 'round to Chance Along I bes t'inkin', sir, to put the comather on to this Dennis Nolan?
"I'll tell youse sumpin', bo, dat dey don't none o' dem big stiffs on de department know. De dip game is a stall. I learned it when I was a kid, an' dese yaps t'ink dat's all I know, and I keep dem t'inkin' it by pullin' stuff under der noses often enough to give 'em de hunch dat I'm still at de same ol' business." He leaned confidentially across the table.
I love de birds and hanimals, an' dey're frien's wit' me also. 'Bout spring-tam, w'en de grub she's short, de Canada jays dey come to visit me, an' I feed dem; sometam' I fin' dere's groun-squirrel's nest onder my tent, an' mebbe mister squirrel creep out of his hole, t'inkin' summer is come. Dat feller he's hongry; he steal my food an' he set 'longside my stove for eat him.
Suddenly mammy jumped up, and waving the children off, started for the house as fast as she could trot, muttering to herself. "What is the matter?" called Olive; "has a bee stung you?" "No, nope chile, but t'inkin' 'bout dem times I done forgit I lef' a big pan o' buns a-risin' foh yoh lunch. Like's not dey's rised till dey's bust an' popped over!" And mammy disappeared amid a chorus of laughter.
Two walked behind him, an' two walked in front ob 'im, all wid dere baynets pintin' at 'im, ready to skewer 'im all round if he was try to run. But, poor chap, he walk wid his head down, bery sad-like nebber t'inkin' ob runnin'. So dey druv' 'im up to our gin'ral.
"I'm t'inkin' it bes about time to t'row some fish to that dog Jack Quinn," he murmured. He went out, leaving the bag of gold on the table, and locked the door behind him. Though he left the gold he did not leave the pistols. Under his arm he carried the wine and the tinned meat. He went straight to Foxey Jack Quinn's cabin, and entered without knocking on the door.
"I was t'inkin' yo' would be wantin' ter know wot became o' Master Jack," said the colored man, who rejoiced in the name of Columbus Washington. "What do you know of him?" asked Mrs. Ruthven quickly. "I seed him early dis mornin', missus away up in the mountains." "The mountains? Alone?" "No, missus he was a prisoner." "Of the Yankees?" "De men wot had him was dressed as Confed'rates, missus."
Alas! there was no other outlet for their grief, save prayer and consultation, for action was, in the circumstances, impossible. "Bin t'ink, t'inkin' horroble hard all last night.