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"Both got on ole cloes took from scarecrows in the medders; and then if yuh looks right sharp at the left wrist o' ther short coon yuh kin see he's awearin' a steel bracelet. Been handcuffed tuh a sheriff, likely, an' broke away. They'll like as not try tuh run the camp arter they gits filled up. Yuh wanter keep shy o' lettin' 'em git hold o' yuh, Max.
Now, say, Rufe, don't leave me in a hole like this. You've made your winnin', and here's your nice long letter to Miss Lucy. My hands are as stiff as a burnt rawhide and I can't think out them nice things to say; but I love Kitty jest as much as you love Miss Lucy mebbe more and and I wanter tell her so!"
Rattling his tools, he followed me with apparent reluctance. As he entered the wine-shop he snorted, after the manner of gas-men, "Where's de leak?" "You find-a da leak," grunted Albano. "What-a you get-a pay for? You want-a me do your work?" "Well, half a dozen o' you wops get out o' here, that's all. D'youse all wanter be blown ter pieces wid dem pipes and cigarettes?
Wot you wanter yell fer?" "You mind your own business and do as you're told!" said Helena tartly. "Go in there and stay with the Patriarch." "Sure," said the Flopper, grinning a little now. "Sure t'ing but youse needn't get on yer ear about it. Cheer up, mabbe de Doc'll be out to-night, an' if he don't hear youse yellin' himself will I tell him youse are out on de beach t'rowin' a fit?"
And William was silent. He flushed a little, toyed with a button of his vest, and finally answered in a low tone "I know what I wanter be, and sometimes I think I know how to get there, and sometimes I don't, and I'd rather not tell it just now." "I hope you'll succeed, William if your aim is a lofty one."
"Say, Mister! don't you bring those dogs ashore here!" she called to the sheriff. He was a big, red-faced, beefy-looking man, with a bristling mustache and little, piglike eyes. "I wanter know!" he said, huskily. "Who do you think you are giving orders to, young lady?" "You are a sheriff, aren't you?" "Yes I be," said the man. "And you are searching all the woods around about for a convict?"
"Thar's a mean gang o' white folks 'round yere thet's took it inter their heads ter lick every free nigger, an' when yer done come up ter my door in de middle ob de night, a cussin', an' a-threatenin' fer ter break in, I just nat'larly didn't wanter be licked, an' an' so I blazed away. I's powerful sorry 'bout it now, sah." "No doubt it was more my fault than yours. You are a free negro, then?"
"And is she living with him?" "No, she ain't if yer wanter know." "Then where is she?" "I dunno. How am I to know? She left him three or four years ago. She was in Sydney last time I heard of her. It ain't no affair of mine, anyways." "And is there any woman about the place at all, driver?" inquired a professional wanderer reflectively. "No not that I knows on.
He was a brown, wrinkled old man, with sparse pepper-and-salt whiskers and a parrot-like nose. "Sharper" was written all over his hatchet features; but probably his provincialism and lack of book education had kept him from being a very dangerous villain. "I wanter know!" exclaimed Rufus. "So you're Tingley's lady? Wal! do you take charge here?" "Oh, no," laughed Mrs. Tingley.
"And I wanter to thank all o' ye for givin' me sech a pleasant evenin'. I ain't had sech a good time this long while back. But then the Grimeses all are 'customed to roughin' it. Granddad used to be away all by hisself for as much as two years, trappin' up in Canada. It's in the blood, I reckon. Now, yuh mean to drop in, and visit me, don't ye?
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