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"Bimeby us digs, Uncle Steve," he said. "Boy likes digging." Steve held out a hand and Marcel yielded his. "Boy'll help 'Uncle Steve, eh?" "I's always help Uncle Steve." The spontaneity of the assurance remained unanswerable. Steve glanced back into the enclosure. Then his hand tightened upon the boy's with gentle pressure. "Come on, old fellow.
"You'll make a note of this here also, doctor," says he, "and the boy'll tell you how I saved his life, and were deposed for it, too, and you may lay to that. Doctor, when a man's steering as near the wind as me playing chuck-farthing with the last breath in his body, like you wouldn't think it too much, mayhap, to give him one good word?
The Round Fat Rosy Woman grew quite excited, as well she might, and she shouted again to the Man With the Red Shirt and the Pipe: "Don't stand there like a wooden Injun in front of a cigar-store. Hustle or the boy'll drown!" Then he seemed to wake up, for he ran to the gunwale of the boat, and he jumped over with his shoes and all his clothes on.
"Well, some call it by that name," nodded Chase, "but it's nothing more than any apprenticeship to any trade, except oh, well, there ain't no difference, except that there's few trades that equal the one the boy'll learn under me, ma'am." "You're askin' me to bind my little son my only child left to me of all that I bore you want me to bind him out to you like a nigger slave!"
But the boy'll get his physic, and his folks best get busy on his epitaph right away." The position was more than difficult. It was well-nigh impossible. None knew better than Kars how little there was to be done. They could wait and watch. That seemed to be about all. Warning would be useless. It would be worse.
"This dog can," Daughtry continued quietly. "You can't fool 'm. I bet you, right now, I can order two beers, loud so he can hear and notice, and then whisper to the waiter to bring one, an', when the one comes, Killeny Boy'll raise a roar with the waiter." "Hoh! Hoh! How much will you bet?" The steward fingered a dime in his pocket.
With her pondering came a clear thought her boy was seeking his father! Still somewhat dazed, she tottered to one corner of the hut and fumbled for her shawl. "He axed for Lon!" she whispered. "Nope, he axed for Lem, his own daddy. Now, Lemmy'll take me with 'em oh, how I love 'em both! And the boy'll eat all he wants, and his little hand'll smooth my face when my head aches!"
Your livery is totally ruined and your knees, too only look at them the dirt is completely ground into them." "But you haven't seed his back, marm," said Robberts; "he's got the pirate's flag drawn on it. That boy'll go straight to the devil I know he will." All this time Charlie, to his great discomfiture, was being shaken and turned about by Robberts in the most unceremonious manner.
"You'll make a note of this here also, doctor," said he, "and the boy'll tell you how I saved his life, and were deposed for it, too, and you may lay to that. Doctor, when a man's steering as near to the wind as me playing chuck-farthing with the last breath in his body, like you wouldn't think it too much, mayhap, to give him one good word!
He did this mechanically. Mrs. Egg beamed at him, although the fellow was a newcomer and didn't know Adam. "My boy'll be home Wednesday," she said, giving the dish back. "Been in the Navy three-four years, ain't he?" Mrs. Egg sighed. "April 14, 1917. He was twenty-one las' week, so he gets discharged soon as the fleet hits New York. My gee, think of Dammy being twenty-one!"
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