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Updated: May 6, 2025
"So I is, massa awrful trus'ful! Kin trus' you wid a'most anyt'ing. Trus' dis yer Injin gal wid untol' gol'. Trus' Sooz'n wid de whole world, an' eberyt'ing else besides, but I's not quite so sure about dis yer Pedro. Di'n't he say dar's noos to tell, an' he wants help, an' der's mischif a-brewin'? An' ain't I sure 'nuff dat he's got suffin to do wid de mischif, or he wouldn't be so secret?"
He turned quickly and hurried away, followed by the outlaw. "Most awrful!" groaned Quashy, when they were gone. "Awful indeed, to think that Manuela and her father are in the hands of such villains!" returned Lawrence. "An' Sooz'n," said Quashy, with a deeper groan. "But, massa, what's come ober de ole hunter? He not in arnest, ob course."
I's bin kotched by rubbers an' rescued by Gauchos, an' stole by Injins, an' I's runned away an' found myself here, an' dey's bin good to me here, but dey don't seem to want me much so I's kite free but I's awrful heaby!" "What's dat got to do wid it?" inquired the lover, tying a knot of perplexity on his eyebrows.
From the highest point of the rising ground they had a clear view of the plains all round, but after the keenest scrutiny not a speck resembling a horse was to be seen. The searchers looked at each other in dismay. "Lost! and our horses gone!" said Lawrence, in a voice which excess of alarm had reduced to a sort of low, hoarse whisper. "Most awrful!" murmured Quashy.
"No, no, Massa Nadgel 's not dat. But he was awrful fond ob his wife an' darter, an' I know he's got a photogruff ob 'em bof togidder, an' I t'ink he'd sooner lose his head dan lose dat, for I've seed him look at 'em for hours, an' kiss 'em sometimes w'en he t'ought I was asleep." The return of the hermit here abruptly stopped the conversation.
'Is pal got sniped an' Fritzie took 'is shoes. They're awrful short o' shoes. Kippers, 'e s'ys, 'I'll not l'y down me rifle till I plunk a German and get 'is shoes. Two d'ys arfter 'e comes crawlin' back through No Man's Land and the color sergeant arsks 'im did 'e carry out 'is resolootion.
"`T'ank you, Angelica, says I. `Das all comfrably settled. You's a good gall, kiss me now, an' go away. "So she gib me a kiss an' I turn round an' went sweetly to sleep on de back ob dat for I was awrful tired, an' de ribs was creakin' badly." "Did you marry Angelica?" asked our middy, with sympathetic interest. "Marry her! ob course I did. Two year ago.
Ob course I got awrful t'in so t'in dat w'en I stood side-wise you could hardly see me. Well, what de way to get fat an' strong? Why, eat, ob course. Eat eat eat. Das de way. Now, your fadder git not'ing but black bread, an' not 'nuff ob dat; an' he git plenty hard work too, so he git t'in. So, what I prupposes is to gib him two good biskits ebery day.
To have talked with me, or warned me, or let me enter his house, would have been fatal. His only resource lay in thrashing me off his premises as you have seen. How he will explain matters to the spies I know not, but I can trust him for that." "Das most awrful clebber!" exclaimed Ebony, his every feature broadening with delight at the success of the ruse. "But what are we to do now?" asked Mark.
"We's a-goin' to fight!" groaned the negro. "Oh! I's a awrful hyperkrite! You stop where you am, massa, else you'll get whacked." Despite the risk of being "whacked," the youth would have followed the negro on deck, had not the hatch been slammed in his face and secured. Next moment he heard a volley of musketry on deck.
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