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Updated: June 26, 2025
Wot's the use o' cryin' before ye're hurt, or pretendin' to know the futur' whin ye knows nothin' about it? Ye're no better than a baboon, Bunco, as I've fraiquintly had occasion to tell ye before now." Bunco made no reply to this, but smiled slightly as he changed his position to one of greater comfort, and lit a fresh cigarette.
Bunco took rapid aim, but his old flint gun missed fire. Luckily, Will Osten, having followed his example, was ready. He fired, and one of the tigers fell, mortally wounded. Before he could wriggle into the jungle Bunco ran up and put a bullet into his brain. This was a splendid beginning, and the hunters were loud in their congratulations of each other, while Bunco skinned the tiger.
"You've all seen the dog-team, and here's the red hair." His fingers sunk into his prisoner's fiery locks with a grip that threatened to leave him a scalp for a trophy. Thorn cursed and twisted. The crowd's allegiance had been quick to shift, but it veered back to O'Neil with equal suddenness. "Bunco!" yelled a hoarse voice, after a brief hush.
I don't want to be a prince take it from me, it's a much overrated profession but if I've got to be one, I'll specialize. I won't combine it with being a bunco steerer on the side. As long as I am on the throne, this high-toned crap-shooting will continue a back number." "What say?" said the walrus.
They were of various sizes, from eight to twenty feet in length, and slept with their jaws wide open, and their formidable rows of teeth exposed to view. "Well, wot's to do?" asked Larry, half rising. "Oh! hums only want you to look to de brutes 'tink you hab never seed him 'fore to-day," said Bunco.
"Then, shiver my timbers, why don't ye shove yer helm hard a starboard an' lay yer right coorse? Come, lads, I'll go to the wheel now for a spell." Will Osten was about to object to this, but Bunco gave him a peculiar glance which induced him to agree to the proposal; so Muggins went ahead and the rest followed.
"Kilt!" cried Larry, forgetting his caution in his excitement; "faix he was, an' Bunco did it, too blissin's on his dirty face putt the ball betune his two eyes an' took the laist bit of skin off yer own nose, but the blood was spoutin' from ye like wather, an' if it hadn't bin that the cliver feller knowed all about tyin' up an' there, honey, I wint an' forgot don't mind me och! sure, he's off again!"
"Sure, then, yer hope stands on a bad foundation, an' the sooner we make up our minds to be skivered the better, for sartin am I that our doom is fixed. Don't 'ee think so, Bunco?"
He flourished his club as he spoke, and Bunco, bounding away with a laugh, led the party back on their track for a few paces, then, turning sharp to the right, he conducted them into a narrow opening in the thicket, and proceeded in a zig-zag manner that utterly confused poor Muggins, inducing him from that hour to resign himself with blind faith to the guidance of his conqueror.
Bunco's visage displayed at that moment a compound expression of surprise and deep attention. Again the chorus swelled out and came down on the breeze, inducing Bunco to mutter a few words to Big Ben in his native tongue. "What is it?" inquired Will, eagerly, on beholding the huge frame of the trapper quivering with suppressed laughter.
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