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'Nothing remarkable about him good, plucky, vain little fellow. I suppose he wants money, like the rest of the world: but his father won't let him be a director of anything, though he is in the House and his name would look well on a list. 'So he wants to marry dollars? 'I suppose he has no objection to them; but have you seen Miss Bangs? 'I don't remember her, said Merton.
"There's something the trouble in this town and I'd like to know what it is." "There it is," barked Britt, pointing to Elias. "That's the principal trouble a lunatic spreading lunacy like smallpox." "But what is it all about?" insisted Bangs, "What's this new excitement?" "I know nothing about any excitement, sir. I attend to business instead of gossip.
Besides, he thinks America will declare war before the winter's over. He's going to volunteer as soon as it does, and he doesn't want any loose ends dragging here, any half-finished plays, for example." Epstein looked worried. This was serious news. Without allowing him time to recover from it, Bangs administered a second jolt. "And of course, in that case," he added simply, "I'd volunteer, too."
"I shouldn't wonder. Anybody but a graven image would notice the Gould's Bluffs foghorn. Matches right there by the lamp, in case you want 'em. If you feel mean in the night sing out; Martha'll hear you and come in. I'll be on hand in the morning. Good-night, Mr. Bangs." He blew out the lamp and departed, closing the door behind him.
Diabolical cunning, shrewd malevolence pure and simple, armed with myriads of stings for hypodermic incisions that poison a man's blood, should be appropriately costumed in a moss-green velvet robe, should wear frizzled bangs as yellow as yonder bouquet of Marechal Neils, so suggestive of the warning flag flying over pest-houses!"
"Oh! oh!" cried Paul, whilst Wagtail threw himself on the sofa, and roared with laughter. But the next moment Bangs gave another kick, and this time Pepperpot got a sound blow on the side of the head, whilst down came the great ostrich, clattering among cups and dishes, and making an awful havoc amongst them.
A sharper and heavier flaw caught the big mainsail with full force; and then, as Mr. Bangs in his excitement threw the tiller over and headed the yacht farther off the wind, instead of up into it, the Flyaway heeled dangerously, taking water over the side and causing the pug dog, which got a drenching, to howl dolorously. Mrs. Bangs gave a slight scream. "Oh, it's all right.
"I ain't worryin' fer the likes o' him," she replied, elevating her chin and turning her back on her escort. The Overland girls looked at each other inquiringly. "Ah hearn somethin' 'bout ye to-night, Lum Bangs, that ye don't know as Ah does know," she said, whirling suddenly on him. "You-all ain't goin' back on me, are yuh, Julie?" begged Lum. "Naw.
I don't know when I ever saw a chap so anxious to melt right down into a corner and be mistaken for a carpet tack. "'S all right," said Bangs, clumping in cheerfully. "Jest the cook having another fit. We've got a cook," he explained, "who gets loaded up 'bout oncet a month so full that he cries pure alcohol, and when he gits that way he insists on trying to shoot cockroaches with his gun.
"Why, girl, it's only drunken old Solly Jake going home holding his jug out of the water. He gets into the ditch so he won't lose the way." "But how does he know when to get out?" "Well, when he bangs his head on the overbrace of the first flume, he knows he's home and crawls out." Bob began gently to withdraw his arms.
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