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"Plenty happen HIM! I catchum fella, crawl up fum cave, knockum out, callum policemans." "Good boy! You rate a new suit for that. You can tell the tailor to make it as loud as you like!" Nothing could have pleased the simple giant more, for he loved to dress up in gaudy clothes, a trait left over from his savage life before the young inventor had brought him to America.
He is resis' the officer by force an' he is injure' oh, but only a leetle it is not'ing. One is truly foolish for resis' the policemans, yes?" He shook his dark head sadly. "I am desolate to 'ear of soch t'ing; it is so useless to stroggle wit' the officer in disbursement of duty; but you Americans are so brave! I am force' to admire this prisoner; he is soch a strong fellow."
Ef'n dey hadn' raised me right, I might hab got in meaness en bin locked up half de time, but I ain't nebber bin 'rested, en I'se 'ferd ob de policemans. De fiel' slaves wuz whup'd in de fiel's by de oberseer en de Marster en Missis did hit at de house." "I tell you we had a hahd time. Mah Missis woulden' let dem sell me. I wuz a nuss en house gal.
But we had a nice ride. We'll have a nice ride now," he went on. "We can get in when they don't see us." "But when the policemans comes back from the fire they'll see us and maybe arrest us," said Laddie in a whisper. "They won't if we hide under the seats," returned Freddie.
"Why, we can go down in the elevator," Freddie said. "There's nobody in the police wagon now, for all the policemans are at the fire, but we can't see them or it. And the driver on the front seat of the wagon won't see us if we crawl in the back." "Oh, so he won't!" cried Flossie. "'Member how we crawled in the empty ice-wagon once?" she asked Freddie. "Yep. I tore my pants that day.
I found him in the garden and the only answer he would give to my questions was that he had as much right there as I had. Who is he?" The wide smile faded from Sam's face. "Mistuh Ralestone, suh, effen dat no-'count trash comes 'round heah agin, yo'all bettah jest call de policemans. Dey's nothin' but poah white trash livin' down in de swamp places an' dey steals whatevah dey kin lay han' on.
Yes, milady, he what you call 'swat' one three eight policemans. If that Monsieur Long is out I say to myself this gentleman he will serve milady so well, and I bring him here." "Very well, Armand," said the lady, "you may go." She turned to Hopkins. "I sent my chauffeur," she said, "to bring my cousin, Walter Long. There is a man in this house who has treated me with insult and abuse.
Courteau 'ain't lose but six hundred, an' he's got it back. No! I'm t'inkin' you Policemans is got good sense, but I lak better a miners' meetin'. Us 'sour-dough' mak' better law as dem feller at Ottawa." "Morris Best was willing to go his bail," Rock informed him, "but Miller wouldn't allow it. Ben is sore at having the Rialto implicated there's been so much short-weighing going on. Understand?"
She knew me by my likeness to my father, falling on the memories started by my name; and strong as she was, the surprise overcame her, at the sound of which up rushed the small Herr Strouss. "Vhat are you doing dere, all of you? vhat have you enterprised with my frau? Explain, Vilhelmina, or I call de policemans, vhat I should say de peelers."
With that parting shot he turned and went in. Lucy arrived shortly before noon. She was accompanied by a portion of her large family four, Val counted, including that Sam who had become Ricky's faithful shadow. "What's all dis Ah heah 'bout some mans sayin' he am de Ralestone?" she demanded of Ricky. "De policemans oughta lock him up. Effen he comes botherin' 'roun' heah agin I'll ten' to him!"
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