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You don' wan' to come, eh? Too far, eh?" "Yes, I reckon it's too far," replied Mills. "I'm not more than four miles from my own kia now. You goin' on?" "Yais," agreed the Frenchman. "I go a leetle bit. Not too far, eh!" They moved on through the bush. Mills shifted his; gun from shoulder to shoulder, and suffered still from heat and sweat.
Now to put this stuff where it can do no harm. Is this what that man gave you, Koku?" "That's it, Master." There came a tap on the door of the private room, and instinctively everyone started. Then came the voice of Eradicate, saying: "Dere's a army gen'men out here to see you. Massa Tom; but I ain't gwine t' let him in lessen as how you says so." "An army gentleman!" repeated Tom. "Yais, sah!
Your whitewash came in mighty handy." "Yais, sah, Mistah Swift, dat's what it done. I knowed I could use it on him, ef he got too obstreperous, an' dat's what he done. But I were goin' to fight him wif mah bresh, ef he'd made any more trouble." "Oh, I fancy we have seen the last of him for some time," said Tom, but he looked worried.
"Look here, Frenchy," he said, looking at him steadily; "I don't quite cotton to you, and I think it proper you should say a bit more than you have said." "Eh!" queried the other, smiling. Mills glowered, but restrained himself. "I want to know who you are, and I guess I mean to know too, so out with it!" "Ah yais," replied the Frenchman, and removed his pipe from his mouth.
And I'm glad you didn't give him straight answers. So he's coming here later on, is he?" "T' see ef I wants t' sell mah mule, Boomerang, yais, sah. I sort ob thought maybe you'd want t' hab a look at dat man, so I tole him t' come on. Course I doan't want t' sell Boomerang, but ef he was t' offer me a big lot ob money fo' him I'd take it." "Of course," Tom answered. "Very well, Rad.
An' now you say to me, 'Frenchy, 'oo the 'ell are you? Yais." Mills shrugged protestingly. The appeal was to the core of his nature; the demand was one he could not dishonor. "I didn't say just that," he urged. "But what are the chaps from Macequece after you for?" "Tha's all right," replied the Frenchman with a wave of his hand. "You say, 'Frenchy, I don' like you. Dam' you, Frenchy! Ver' well.
"Have you met many of our great public men?" "Yais Yais Quite a few of the nibs Lloyid Gorge, I meet him. But " Beneath the matting a discontented expression came into his face, and his voice took on a peevish note. "But I not meet your real great men your Arbmishel, your Arreevadon I not meet them. That's what gives me the pipovitch. Have you ever met Arbmishel and Arreevadon?"
"Oh, but surelee. No? Well, Mandega's, per'aps?" "Mandega's? Yes, I was there for a bit. I had a block of claims on the ditch, next to old Jimmy Ryan's." "Ah yais," said the tall man eagerly. "I know 'im. An' there you shoot the Intendente, not? That was ver' fine. I see you coom down all quiet, an' shoot 'im in the 'ead. It was done ver' naice, eh!" Mills's face darkened.
"Your bride eh?" cried the count, "when she has just come to say yais to my ardent love suit!" "What does the gal say? what does the gal say?" asked uncle Richard, interposing. "Speak, Julia," said her father, sternly, "and weigh well your words.
The Greek turned his smile again for a moment on Conroy before he strode across and recovered it. "You take 'im," he whispered. "Better dan your little knife yais."
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