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Shall I forget that little private, forty years old if he were a day, with a hole from shrapnel in his steel helmet and the bit of purple and white ribbon worn proudly on his breast, who, when I asked him how he felt after he received the clout from a shell-fragment, remarked blandly that it had knocked him down and made his head ache! "You have the military cross!" I said. "Yais, sir.
"Yais, sah, I did think I'd take a stroll around. Maybe I kin find a diamond fo' my tie." Laughing, Jack provided the colored man with one of the torches, instructing him how to use it, and presently Washington was seen outside, walking gingerly around, as though he expected to go through the crust of the moon any moment.
The next instant they sprang to their feet at the sight of the frightened face of the colored man peering in on them. He was as near white as a negro can ever be, which is a sort of chalk color, and his eyes were wide open with fear. "What's the matter?" asked Jack. "A ghost! I done seen de ghost ob a dead man!" gasped the colored man. "A ghost?" repeated Mark. "Yais, sah, right out yeah!
"You going to sleep, Mammy?" inquired Hilda, touching her face. Mrs. Hooven roused herself a little. "Hey? Vat you say? Asleep? Yais, I guess I wass asleep." Her voice trailed unintelligibly to silence again. She was not, however, asleep. Her eyes were open. A grateful numbness had begun to creep over her, a pleasing semi-insensibility.
"Eradicate!" he called. "Yais, sah! Heah I is!" answered the colored man. "I'll go git mah mule, Boomerang, right away, an' he " "Don't you bring Boomerang on the scene!" Tom yelled. "When I want that shed kicked apart I can do it better than by using a mule's heels. And you know you can't do a thing with Boomerang when he sees fire." "Now dat's so, Massa Tom.
You've lost a lot, maybe; but you can't lose a thing you never had." The Dago half-smiled. "Yais," he said. "You are mos' wise, Dan. But, Dan! Dan!" "Yes. What?" "If it had been true, Dan dat beautiful town an' all my dream! If it had been true!" "Shove along wi' that broom," advised Dan. "The mate's lookin'."
'Yais, said he, 'I know your army has not moche provision lately, and maybe you are ongrie? 'Ma foi, yais, said I; 'I aff naut slips to my eyes, nor meat to my stomach, for more dan fife days. 'Veil, bon enfant, he say, 'come vis me, and I vill gif you good supper, goot vine, and goot velcome. 'Coot I leave my post? I say. He say, 'Bah!
All wot you bin tell in' us about the town an' the bay an' the way you used to take it easy there all that's just a bloomin' lie. See?" The Dago's face was white and his lips trembled. He tried to smile. "Not there," he repeated. "It is de joke, not? You fool me, Bill, yais?" Bill shook his head. "I wouldn't fool yer abaht a thing like that," he declared sturdily. "There ain't no such place, Dago.
In France it is ver' often 'ot. But you don' like it, eh?" "No," said the trader, with emphasis. "I was after pea-hen, or you wouldn't see me out this time o' the day. English chaps can't stand it." "Eh?" "English chaps can't stand it, I said," repeated Mills. "They mos'ly lie up till it's cooler." "Ah yais." They were now nearing the river.
"O, my dear monsieur, how I moost glad to see you your daughter Mees Julie she 'ave say yais yais yais to my ardent love suit and now I have the honneur to salute her respectable papa." "O, father," said the terrified girl, "it was with mother's knowledge and consent." Brandon could not speak a word. "This lady, sir," said Merton, fiercely, advancing to the count, "is my affianced bride."
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