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You're a mick an' micks is all alike when they git a grudge. I can't be bothered keepin' yuh under my eye all the time, and the way I've felt yuh oozin' venom all this while shows me I'd have to. An' bumpin' yuh off would be neither pleasant ner safe. "Now, the way I've doped this out, I'm goin' to sell yuh the outfit fer just what jack yuh got in your clothes.
'Pretty busy to-night, ain't they? said the Centre Driver. 'We heard 'em bumpin' away good-oh. 'You don't 'ear the 'alf of it back 'ere, said the Bombardier. 'Wind's blowin' most o' the row away. They're goin' it hot an' strong. Now where's my mess-tin got to? 'Aven't 'ad no tea yet, an' it's near eight o'clock. I'm just about froze through too.
By climbin' on a chair I could get a glimpse of him now and then as he is sent whirlin' and bumpin' about, like a bottle bobbin' around in rough water.
Well, it's mighty little chance he'll have if he makes a business of bumpin' up agin me the way he did this mornin', I bet you." "He couldn't help it; Jake and Bob threw him against you. I know he is in earnest, for he has proved it.
At last I had her bumpin' the bumps! Sort of dazed she inspects the card once more, and then glances at me. Do you wonder? Richard Taber Ballard! I ain't got used to it myself. "Here he is," says Uncle Kyrle jovial, draggin' me to the front, "that scamp nephew I was telling you about. The Richard is for his father, you know; the Taber he gets from his mother also his red hair. Eh, Torchy?
After ten minutes, sullen an' sulky, hunger beats Jerry an' he comes bumpin' into camp like a bar'l down hill an' eases his mind by wallopin' both hind hoofs into them other blameless mules, peacefully munchin' their rations. Also, after Jerry's let me put the nosebag onto him he reeverses his p'sition an' swiftly lets fly at me. But I ain't in no trance an' Jerry misses.
As Smoke talked he shook their hands warmly in farewell. Still talking and shaking their hands, he stepped inside and closed the door. They looked at each other and nodded significantly. "See the knees of his pants?" Saltman whispered hoarsely. "Sure. An' his shoulders. He's been bumpin' an' crawlin' around in a shaft."
Constant rain had rendered an always muddy surface into a slimy quagmire, in which every step forward was a conscious effort. "Party" the ironical humour of it! Each lad was tired, wet, and hungry. Tempers easily ruffled. "Wot the 'ell do yer think year bumpin' into?" shouted Biffer at an unfortunate who had side-slipped into him.
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