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"I posted him there to see that no strangers came into the orchard. Everything all right, Rad?" he asked, raising his voice. "Yais, sah, Massa Tom. Nobody been around yeah this night." "That's good. You can go to bed now," and Eradicate, yawning loudly, went to his shack. A little later Tom sought his own room, Mr. Jenks having hurried off to town, where he was boarding.
"Yes, Rad, that's what I asked you." "I I'se gwine t' feed mah mule, Boomerang," said the colored man slowly. "It's his eatin' time, jest now, Massa Tom." "Nonsense! It isn't anywhere near noon yet." "Yais, sab, Massa Tom, I knows dat," said Eradicate, as he carefully edged away from the big gun, "but I'se done changed de eatin' hours ob dat mule.
"Well, yo' see I eradicates de dirt. I'm a cleaner an' a whitewasher by profession, an' somebody gib me dat name. Dey said it were fitten an' proper, an' I kept it eber sence. Yais, sah, I'se Eradicate Sampson, at yo' service. Yo' ain't got no chicken coops yo' wants cleaned out, has yo'? Or any stables or fences t' whitewash? I guarantees satisfaction."
"Yais, Massa Tom," answered the colored man. "Yo' dad an' anodder gen'mans hab jest gone in de house." "Who's the other gentleman, Rad?" asked Tom, and the negro, glad of an excuse to cease the weeding of the onion bed, came shuffling forward. "It's de gen'mans what is allers saying his prayers," he answered. "Saying his prayers?" repeated Tom. "Yep. Yo' knows what I means, Massa Tom.
"Is your name Cootaboot?" asked Mrs. Smethurst, faintly. "Well, it's Cuthbert." "Yais! Yais! Cootaboot!" There was a rush and swirl, as the effervescent Muscovite burst his way through the throng and rushed to where Cuthbert sat. He stood for a moment eyeing him excitedly, then, stooping swiftly, kissed him on both cheeks before Cuthbert could get his guard up.
Ponto!" "Yais, sah, I'se coming," called a voice, and Ponto who had gone back to the gate appeared, rubbing his eyes. "Ponto, take these why, you you've been asleep again, I do believe Ponto " "I I done gone an' jest dozed off fo' a minute, Massa Seabury," said Ponto. "I 'clar' t' goodness, dis am de most sleepiest climate I eber see. Peers laik I cain't do nuffin, but shet mah eyes an' "
"I'll only give you five minutes. You shot a woman. And, Frenchy " "Yais, Jone." "This makes us quits, see?" "Ver' good, Jone. Good-bye." "Good-bye, Frenchy." Dave ripped out a curse and shifted slightly. The barrel sprang round to him, and he froze into stillness. "Don't do that again, Davy," warned Mills. "You'll catch it hot for this," snarled one of them. "Very like," replied the trader.
Then came the touch of Felice's long brown hand upon his face. He sat up, opening his eyes. "You aisk me-a," she said, "eef I do onderstaind, eh? Yais, I onderstaind. You " her voice was a whisper "you shoot Chino, eh? I know. You do those thing' for me-a. I am note angri, no-a. You ver' sharp man, eh? All for love oaf Felice, eh? Now we be happi, maybe; now we git married soam day byne-by, eh?
"Hello, Rad, is that you?" he inquired, recognizing the voice of the colored owner of the mule Boomerang. "Yais, sa, dat's me. I got a lettah fo' yo'. I were passin' de post-office an' de clerk asted me to brung it to yo' 'case as how it's marked 'hurry, an' he said he hadn't seen yo' to-day." "That's right.
I say so. Vat you call. Heece nem?" "The Saucy Lass, sir." He leaned over and looked at the stern of the boat and nodded his head. "Yais, him's olright. Ze Saucilass. Come you up you come, boys. All you. Faites." This last was to one of the men, who, as we climbed over the side of the French lugger, descended into our boat, and made her fast by the painter to the stern.
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