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"Work!" I echoed; "what work is it to count money, eh, Skinski?" "Counting money is a hot pastime, isn't it, Dodey?" he answered. "You betcher sweet!" responded the fair lady, gazing dreamily at the empty flagon of Pommery. "Well, take my word for it," snarled Bunch, "I don't hanker for that sort of amusement. If there's any train-hopping to be done, it's up to you, John.
Suddenly he turned to the manager of the Inn and pounded his palm with his fist. "By Jupiter! I betcher that there tramp is the feller that's been cleanin' up these parts for the past two years. Hangs round as a tramp at back doors and stables, and picks up what information he needs to break into the house easy.
"By all means," I answered, and kissing her good-bue I trolleyed to New Rochelle. Bunch was there ahead of me and so were Skinski and Ma'moiselle Dodo, all working like beavers. "I'm going to take the 11:40 to town," Skinski informed us after all was in readiness for the performance. "I have a very important date, haven't I, Dodey?" "You betcher sweet!" she puffingly replied.
Drunk or sober, I always make it a point to speak proper before the ladies t'other kind don't count and when I make a break, you betcher life I remember it. She's a real lady I'd swear to that on a stack uh bibles ten feet high!" He settled back and unbuttoned his steaming coat with the air of a man who has established beyond question the vital point of an argument.
"Yes, of course," Bunch chimed in; "if you want the tour to continue, why " "Oh! pinkies!" said Skinski; "what do I want to go hugging one-night stands for when I have a hundred thousand booboos in the kick. It's the Parisian boulevards for us, and a canter on the Boy Bologna, eh, Dodey?" "You betcher sweet!" she gurgled thirstily.
"I spec' he wasn't a good man 'fore he died and got to go to the Bad Place," suggested Frances. "I'll betcher he never asked God to forgive him when he 'ceived his papa and sassed his mama," this from Jimmy, "and Doctor Sanford's just a-keeping old Satan from getting him to toast on a pitchfork."
"Uh-huh, what?" demanded L'Olonnois. "A great wrong has been did our brave leader by yon heartless jade; that's what!" "You betcher life they has. He's on the square, an' look what he done for us look how he managed things all the way down to here. Anybody else couldn't have got away with this. Anybody else'd never a' went out there last night after John, just a Chink, thataway. An' her!"
The girl smiled at his earnest assurance and said gently: "I am quite sure of it." "Betcher life!" affirmed the old man enthusiastically. "He's too da er, hem! too much polite to some cattle as doesn't desarve it, accordin' to my way o' thinkin'. Why las' night he actoolly waited for a feller to begin killin' of him before drawin' his own gun!
But this time the victory was with the smaller lad, who used his fists and feet like an enraged animal, until the other howled for mercy and handed over the disputed toy. "Whatcher want it fer, Sam?" he blubbered as he saw it go into the little fellow's pocket. "Mind yer own business! I just want it," answered Sam surlily. "Betcher I know," taunted the bigger boy. "Betcher yer don't." "Do!"
Nance put down the bucket and looked up at him with a fine air of unconcern. "Don't know and don't keer!" she said. "Where was you hidin' at, when the fight was goin' on?" "Getting my lessons. Did the cop pinch the Clarke guy?" "You betcher," said Nance. "You orter seen the way he took on! Begged to beat the band. Me and Danny never. Me and him "
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