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Updated: June 11, 2025
Once, when I interrupted him to question him concerning some of these same wretched, pestering aftermaths of labor, concerning which he alone could answer, he shut me off with: "The reports! The reports! What good arre the reports! Ye make me sick. What have the reports to do with the work? If it wasn't fer the work, where would the reports be?" And I heartily echoed "Where?"
About fifty yards down stream they turned out of it and scrambled up a less abrupt hillside and into an area of more or less orderly forest. "Maybe it's the Black Forest," said Archer; "anyway it's black enough. Look around and you'll probably see some toys jumping-jacks and things. 'Most all the toys like that arre made in the Black Forest." "Not here," said Tom; "we won't find anybody in here."
"I didn't happen to," said Tom. "I always do. Same as you never forget to get a souvenir," he added soberly. "I'd like to get a sooveneerr from that cow, hey? You needn't talk; if it hadn't been for that wire, where'd we be now? Sooveneerrs arre all right. But I admit you've got to have ideas to go with 'em." "Thanks," said Tom. "Keep the change," said Archer jubilantly.
The latter followed him, however, over to where he stood, and continued the dispute. Rourke ignored him as much as possible, only exclaiming once, "L'ave me be, man. Ye're drunk." "I'm naht drunk," returned the other. "Once an' fer all now, I'm askin' ye, arre ye goin' to give me that money?" "No," replied Rourke, "I'm naht."
"Mael, mael, Kala Nag! Somalo! Mar! Arre! Arre! Hai! Yai! Kya-a-ah!" he would shout, and the big fight between Kala Nag and the wild elephant would sway to and fro across the Keddah, and the old elephant catchers would wipe the sweat out of their eyes, and find time to nod to Little Toomai wriggling with joy on the top of the posts. He did more than wriggle.
Occasionally, not always, Rourke would come climbing out of the hole, his face and neck fairly scarlet with heat, raging and shouting, "I'll get shut av ye! I'll have no more thruck with ye, ye blitherin', crazy loon! What good arre ye? What work can ye do? Naathin'! Naathin'! I'll be shut av ye now, an' thin maybe I'll have a little p'ace."
I s'pose that's where we belong most of all " "Is that what you think?" said Archer. "I ain't sayin' what I think, but " "Well, then, I'll say what I think," retorted Archer. "You're always telling about thoughts you've had. I don't claim I'm as good as you arre at having thoughts, but if therre's a soldierr wounded they send two or three soldierrs to carry the stretcherr, don't they?
They could only stand and stare at each other. Some one had evidently taken their coats away in the night. "It's Gerrman efficiency, that's what it is," said Archer. "Why didn't they take us, too?" Tom asked. "They'll be along forr us pretty soon," Archer reassured him. "They'rre superrmen that's what they arre. Maybe it's some kind of strategy, hey? They can do spooky things, those Huns.
"I'll do the talking that's just the kind of stuff you'rre trying to put overr on President Wilson, too tryin' to make the otherr fellerr think he's licked and then making believe you'rre willing to be generous. Do you know shut up!" he shot at Tom by way of precaution. "Do you know wherre I think yourr sworrds and things arre? I think the English Tommies have got 'em.
Didn't I tell ye niver to l'ave a hole when a train's comin'? Didn't I tell ye to attind to that an' naathin' else? An' now what have ye been doin'? Be all the powers, what d'ye mane be l'avin' it? What else arre ye good fer? What d'ye mane be lettin' a thing like that happen, an' Mr. Wilson comin' along here, an' the hole open?" He was as red as a beet, purple almost, perspiring, apoplectic.
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