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"By gum, if you ain't right!" exclaimed one of the audience. "Say, come to think about it, I wonder if spendin' all his nights with bright lights burnin' round him is whut's give that old man that gray color he's got, the same as this wasp's nest has got it, and all them puckery lines round his eyes. Pore old devil, with the hags furever ridin' him!
"Nuthin' 'tall; 'tain't no manner o' 'count ter me, fur as thet goes," and I got down on my knees again to resume scrubbing. "All I wus goin' fer ter ask yer wus wan't thar a couple o' womin 'long with ye? Whut's becom' o' them? I ain't seed hide ner hair ov either since they cum aboard."
An' say, whut's become o' Si Johnson an' Mack Truman? We wuz boys together, an' many's the game we've Good Lawd!" he broke off joyfully as he mixed the toddy, "I hain't been so happy sence the day I wuz convarted an' chased the devil outen the persimmon-tree!"
Stand most whisky all righ', but damn if I kin this kind only hed three drinks, tha's all -whut's thet? Yer can't wait? Oh, all righ' then, take it yerself. Mighty fin' razor, ol' man." Rale found me a tin basin, water, a bit of rag for a towel, and a small, cracked mirror, in which my reflection was scarcely recognizable.
O'Malligan, having returned meanwhile with a cup filled with a thin blue liquid known to the Tenement as milk, "a plain case of desartion, an' whut's to be done about it, I niver can say!" "Done!" cried Miss Bonkowski, on her knees before Mary and the child, crumbling some bread into the milk, "and what are the police for but just such cases?" The other ladies glanced apprehensively at Mrs.
They come out yere to see you win anotheh stake an' trim that white hoss from Seattle. Grey Ghost, thass whut they calls him. When you hooks up with him down in front of that gran' stan', he'll think he's a ghost whut's mislaid his graveyard, yes, indeedy! They tells me he got lots of that ol' early speed; they tells me he kin go down to the half-mile pole in nothin', flat.
"Whut's yer name?" "Steven Knox; I am a soldier. Rene must have told you about me." "No, sah; she never done tol' me nuthin'. Ah didn't much mor'n see her enyhow, fur as thet goes." "Not see her! Then she is not confined there with you?" "Wiv me? Dar ain't nobody confined yer wiv me. Ah just ain't set eyes on nobody since Ah done got on board, 'cept de cook.
They'll know now we're all drunk! Whut's the matter?" Rome's mouth was half open. He looked white and sick, and Steve thought he had been hit, but he took off his hat. "Purty close!" he said, with a laugh, pointing at the bullet-hole through the brim. Steve, unsuspicious, went on: "Hit was a spy, I tell ye. Bud was afeard to stan' in the road, 'n' I'm goin' out thar 'n' twist his damned neck.
Old Dan Harris, the stableman, stood in the door and silently he pointed to a gray horse in the barn-yard. "You know that hoss?" "Yes." "You know whut's he here fer?" "I've heard." "Well, I'm lookin' fer Dave every day now." "Well, maybe I'd better ride Dave's horse now," said Hale jestingly. "I wish you would," said old Dan.
He lay perfectly stolid, his horizontal profile resembling a mountain-range the highest peak of which was his under lip. Finally Amanda's patience wore thin. "Whut's the matter with you, Gordon Lee Surrender Jones?" she demanded. "Whut you mean by stickin' out yer lip lak a circus camel?" Now that the opportunity for action had come, he feared to take advantage of it.
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