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"W'at you say?" "I wouldn't mind trying it," Pierce confessed, "but I have no outfit. I'm packing for wages. I'll be along when I get my grub- stake together." "Good! I go purty queeck now. W'en you come, I tak' you t'rough de canyon free. In one day I teach you be good pilot. You ask for 'Poleon Doret. Remember?" "I say!" Phillips halted the cheerful giant as he was about to rise.
Mushed two whole days t'rough th' shnow. "But, listen; no mather how ignorant, nor how much he don't know, a good man's a man an' to pr-rove ut he jumps wid his axe roight into th' middle av th' werwolf's own an' kills noine, countin' th' three cripples Oi finished. "But wid D'ablish herself, moind, he t'row'd away his axe an' goes to a clinch wid his knoife in his fisht.
The other was aghast. "Wen did youse go nuts?" he asked. "I ain't gone nuts. Wait 'til I gets t'rough. We meets de dicks, innocent-like; but first we caches de dough in de woods. We tells 'em we hurried right on to lead 'em to dis Byrne guy, an' wen we gets back here to de farmhouse an' finds wot's happened here we'll be as flabbergasted as dey be." "Oh, nuts!" exclaimed the other disgustedly.
Ford seemed wonderfully at home and at ease; and Dick found voice enough to say, half aloud, "Ain't I glad he's got de rudder, dis time? Cap'n Dab couldn't steer t'rough dis yer." The "steering" was well done; and it brought them nearly to the farther end of the great, splendid room, and seated them at a round table that seemed as well furnished as even Mrs. Foster's own.
To our astonishment, in accents so Gallic that one discerned with difficulty that he was attempting English, he intoned: Zee seds of neet fair valeeng fast, Ven t'rough an Alpeen veelage past A yout, who bore meed snow and eece A bannair veed dees strange deveece Excelsiorr! "'Eh, voila, he exclaimed with satisfaction, 'J'ai appris cela a l'école. C'est tout l'anglais que je sais.
The skipper looked older, wiser and less sure of himself than in the brisk days before the raid. "I bes a poor man now," he said. "Sure, them robbers broke t'rough this harbor somethin' desperate! Didn't the back o' the chimley look like the divil had been a-clawin' it out?" "Quick come and quick go! Ye bes lucky, lad, they didn't sail away wid yer fore-an'-after," said Mother Nolan.
If she get t'rough it she 's a sure-enough goner, I tell you dat. Her anchors vaire light, only good for mud. I tell ze boys get more heavy anchors, but dey laugh. Some day be sorry, for sure." One of the sloops to leeward raised a patch of sail and began the terrible struggle out of the jaws of destruction and death.
And say! de joke's on dat croaker, ain't it? I looked t'rough the window and see him playin' tag on dat Dago kid's solar plexus." "You son of a tinker," growled the cattleman, "whyn't you talk up and say the doctor never examined you?" "Ah g'wan!" said McGuire, with a flash of his old asperity, "nobody can't bluff me. You never ast me.
"Wal, wal!" he cried. "You 'ain't live' to be hung yet, eh? Now you come lookin' for me, I bet." "Yes. You're the very man I want to see." "Good! I tak' you t'rough." Phillips smiled frankly. "I'm not sure I want to go through. I'm in charge of a big outfit and I'm looking for a pilot and a professional crew. I'm a perfect dub at this sort of thing." 'Poleon nodded.
He has been known to say, with a solemnity that might tickle the humorous and horrify the timid, that he wouldn't "hab dat game leg made straight agin! no, not for a hundred t'ousand pounds. 'Cause why? it was an eber-present visible reminder dat once upon a time he had de libes ob massa and Nadgel in his arms ahangin' on to his game leg, an' dat, t'rough Gracious Goodness, he sabe dem bof!" Ha!
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