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"'Take 'em out of this, says he. 'Take 'em anywhere, take 'em where you like, Jones, take 'em to hell, but take 'em away, says he. "So I loaded up. Wounded Tommies, gassed Arabs, some women and children, and a few lunatics, genuine cock-eyed loonies from the asylum. The shells chased us out. One biffed us over on to the two rear wheels, but we dropped back on four on the top speed.
I commanded; "you have broken your parole, Lieutenant!" The freed borderer glared from one to the other of us. "Loonies!" he yelled; "I'll slaughter the both of ye!" And so he would have done, I make no doubt, had we not laid hold of him together and heaved him back over the breastwork. These are but incidents, points of contact where the fray touched us two at the wagon barricade.
Uncle Salters he sold it this spring to a jay from Boston as wanted to build a summer-haouse, an' he got a heap for it. Well, them two loonies scratched along till, one day, Penn's church he'd belonged to the Moravians found out where he wuz drifted an' layin', an' wrote to Uncle Salters. 'Never heerd what they said exactly; but Uncle Salters was mad.
He did not confide his misgivings to Lucille, not wishing to cause her anxiety. He hunted up Reggie van Tuyl at the club, and sought advice from him. "I say, Reggie, old thing present company excepted have there been any loonies in your family?" Reggie stirred in the slumber which always gripped him in the early afternoon. "Loonies?" he mumbled, sleepily. "Rather!
"Only your father has never seen more than a five-dollar bill at a time, and my father could buy up this boat once a week and never miss it." "You don't know what the We're Here's worth. Your dad must hev a pile o' money. How did he git it? Dad sez loonies can't shake out a straight yarn. Go ahead." "In gold mines and things, West." "I've read o' that kind o' business. Out West, too?
"They must have been a couple of loonies." "They were saints," Mark insisted. "Saints, were they? Well, my father doesn't think much of saints. My father says he reckons saints is the same as other people, only a bit worse if anything. Are you saved?" "What from?" Mark asked. "Why, from Hell of course. What else would you be saved from?" "You might be saved from a wild beast," Mark pointed out.
The only time they got together they got slangin' because they couldn't agree upon the scientific classification of these red-headed devils that had got hold of us. One said it was the dryopithecus of Java, the other said it was pithecanthropus. Madness, I call it Loonies, both. But, as I say, I had thought out one or two points that were helpful.
"I 'uz just wonderin'," he pursued, picking his teeth meditatively with a pen-knife, "'ow they feeds you in them as-ylums. 'Avin' never been inside one, myself, it's on'y natural I'd be cur'us.... There was one of them institootions near where I was borned Birming'am, that is. I used to see the loonies playin' in the grounds.
"And and I haven't got a dictionary to look up things." He was not listening to her. He went on raving. "You mustn't trust me! Do you hear? If a doctor got hold of me, he'd lock me up! And that would do no real good! Nobody wants to help a drunkard, nobody tells him how to get a hold on himself. They're barbarous to us like they were to the lepers and the loonies in the Bible."
"Have 'ee made out owt about un, sir?" inquired that hardy individual, pausing to spit on the handle of his spade. "No," said Grant. "The thing is a greater mystery than ever." "I'm thinkin' her mun ha' bin killed by a loony," announced Bates. "Something of the kind, no doubt. But why are the little less dangerous loonies of Steynholme united in the belief that I am the guilty one?"
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