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If only Juve finds my letter. If only he comes to save me!" "Another drink, Monsieur Louis?" "I think I've had about enough." "No, no ... this is my turn to treat." "Well, since you put it that way, Monsieur Wulf, I can't refuse." "Besides," added the barkeeper, "this is some very special vermouth, only served to old clients."
I'm burned out on this town don't like it nothing about it but you, now, you're different, you never done me any injury. You're my friend, ain't that right, you're my friend!" The barkeeper reassured him and held his breath while he poured out another drink and then, as Wunpost renewed his protestations, Fellowes thanked him for his present of the nugget.
"Tell us about it, Job!" suggested the barkeeper, settling his large frame precariously on the top of a small, high stool. An urgent chorus of approval came from all about the bar. Toomey took out his watch and considered. "We start away at 5.40 A.M.," said he. "An' I must make out to get a wink o' sleep. But I reckon I've got time enough.
The barkeeper shouted, 'Good luck to you and your lady, Mr McKeith. The drunken reprobates, awakened from their slumber on the boards, called out, too, 'Goo-luksh! There was an attempt at a cheer, but before McKeith had got out his answering, 'Thank ye Good day, mates, a shower of opprobrious epithets rained upon him from a little band of discontented bush rowdies the advance guard of that same Union delegate who had come up with them in the train from Leuraville.
I have seen much of the world since then, journeyed among strange lands and peoples, opened many books, sat in many lecture-halls; but to this day, though I have pondered long and deep, I have been unable to divine the meaning in the cryptic utterance of that barkeeper in Evanston, Wyoming. Our noses were all right. We slept that night over the boilers in an electric-lighting plant.
Miss Hitchcock's face expressed her disgust, but she said nothing. She had learned her lesson. "Wait here," Sommers ordered, "while I find out whether we can get out of this by a back door." He spoke to the barkeeper, who lethargically jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
I found out afterward that he asked the barkeeper who I was, and told him he could beat me at that game I was playing; for says he, "Do you know, there is a little spot on one of the cards, and I don't believe he can see it." The barkeeper was a friend of mine, and he told the Jew that I couldn't see very well, as I was up so much at night. I was fishing along, when back came the sucker.
The little barkeeper paid no attention to their demands until he had satisfied the thirst of the old concertina player who, presently, could be seen drawing aside the bear-pelt curtain and passing through the small, square opening of the partition which separated the Polka Saloon from its dance-hall. "Not goin', old Dooda Day, are you?"
He could have thrown his arms around the man's legs and kissed his feet. He tried vainly to utter his acceptance; but the barkeeper had not waited and was already passing out the bottle. "But what did you do for grub?" the latter asked. "You don't look as if you could chop wood to keep yourself warm. You look terribly bad, friend." Morganson yearned towards the delayed bottle and gulped dryly.
The barkeeper poured out a glass of brandy, and passed it over the bar, but the wounded man declined it; he also rejected a box of pills which was proffered. An Ender, who claimed to have been a physician, stooped over the victim, felt his pulse, and remarked: "Baggs, you're a goner." "I know it," said Baggs; "and I want to be prayed for." The barkeeper looked puzzled.
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