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Antonia, barefooted as she was, ran up behind me. Even after I had pounded his ugly head flat, his body kept on coiling and winding, doubling and falling back on itself. I walked away and turned my back. I felt seasick. Antonia came after me, crying, 'O Jimmy, he not bite you? You sure? Why you not run when I say? 'What did you jabber Bohunk for?
Calm and undisturbed was the tone, but he could feel her hand tremble on his arm. "He'll be all right," he replied cheerily. "No mere bohunk ever got the better of Adrian Conrad. Who went out just now?" "The Indian. He's been waiting for you." "Oh!" "Tell me, is it true what he told us?" "Only too true. They fired on us up the track." She heaved a deep breath. "That was what we heard.
Closer in beneath the bank over which she looked men were piling rocks on the spongy area, as they had been for weeks as they were a year ago under O'Connor as they might be forever, unless luck favoured her father. To the inexperienced eye the scene was ceaseless activity, but Tressa had long since learned the skill with which the bohunk conceals his laziness.
"Morani's giving us more than our money's worth to-night," he muttered, during a pause in the reading. "It should be made a law that every dirty bohunk had to join an orchestra, so a fellow could keep an ear on 'em when he can't see 'em. They're not likely to do much harm with a tin whistle between their lips." "It's a beastly quiet night," he complained, when Conrad paused to light the lamp.
'We went to the big dance in the hall behind the saloon last night, mother, and I danced with all the girls, and so did father. I never saw so many pretty girls. It was a Bohunk crowd, for sure. We didn't hear a word of English on the street, except from the show people, did we, papa? Cuzak nodded. 'And very many send word to you, Antonia.
The redskin went through exaggerated motions of peering about, his moccasins scraping noisily on the floor. Torrance began to understand. "I see. The Police give the show away by snooping too much?" "P'lice lookin' bohunk good," grunted the Indian. "Nothin' doin'. Indian watchin' bohunk not know." "If I could I'd do what you want, but I'm not the Commissioner. Just the same, I'll put it to them.
"We know that, but what's eating us is what they are." "Indian find out." "Then you'll do more than a squad of Police. But what's the charge?" He eyed the Indian with suspicion. "They're laying for you, you know." The Indian smiled scornfully. "That shows you know the bohunk, friend. Because there's really no need to be afraid if they're afraid of you. It's the nature of the beasts.
Funerals are a nuisance. Can't see why a bohunk can't sneak off into the bush and die without any bother. If there's more than one speeder load to lug that seventy-five miles to the hospital, there'll be the devil to pay. You and the cooks have your hands full bandaging the rest of the evening, I guess. Come up in an hour and report."
"Daddy!" chided Tressa. "He'll believe you." "Think so?" asked Torrance delightedly. "Then here goes: Say, I'll eat my last breakfast of bohunk livers, seasoned with bohunk brains if there are any and as an appetiser, bohunk tongues steeped in " "Heap big talk," broke in the Indian wearily. "And that," snorted Torrance, "just about puts the blinkers on that. Even strangers don't believe me.
Fire Koppy, and there wouldn't be a bohunk in camp the same night. . . . And their successors would be viler still, primed to vengeance by the bunch you'd kicked out. Ten years of it has taught me not to gamble with the unknown because I hate the known. Never really had so little trouble with a gang at least, not till these last few weeks. . . . What d'ye think's got into them, Adrian?
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