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"Oh! come!" interrupted Muggins in a remonstrative tone. "Yis, him wos a Injin," repeated Bunco stoutly. "Wos he a steam-ingine?" inquired Muggins with a slight touch of sarcasm. "He means an Indian, Muggins," explained Will. "Then why don't he say wot he means? However, go ahead, Ebony." "Hims wos a Injin," resumed Bunco, "ant me moder him wos a Spanish half-breed from dis yer country Peru.
Miss Emerson, with a confident smile, walked toward the general office on the left. "I should worry about this job. I'm sick of this charity stuff anyway. I'm going to get a cinch job with a swell broker I know. He runs a lot of bunco games, too but he admits. Don't let the old lady worry about me, Mr. Trubus, but don't forget that I've got two weeks' salary coming to me.
"Ask him, Bunco," said Will Osten, "where we are, how far we are from the coast, and what is the name and distance of the nearest town."
"I'll write it on the town paper, an' comin' from the postmaster there won't be no doubt in her mind that it's any of them bunco games or the lurin' of young women away such as I've read about, for I reckon perhaps she ain't never heerd of him before never knew him to write a letter, an' I calc'late to see most everything that goes out." Mr.
"So ye do, boy," said Larry, whose sympathetic heart was drawn towards the unfortunate and ill-used native; "an', faix, we'll go on travellin' through this forest till we comes to Callyforny an' finds your missus so cheer up, Bunco, and let us see how we're to go to roost, for it seems that we must slaip on a tree this night."
In some places the stream was wide, in others very narrow, fringed along the banks with the most luxuriant timber and brushwood, in which the concert kept up by birds and beasts was constant, but not disagreeable to the ears of such enthusiastic sportsmen as Will Osten, Larry O'Hale, and Bunco.
"A most lugubrious spot," said Will, surveying it sadly as he rode forward. "Faix, I'd recommend ye to sell it to the miners for whativer it'll fetch," said Larry, in a disappointed tone. "They're a jovial set of squatters, whatever else they may be," said Big Ben, as an uproarious chorus issued from the house. "Hallo! Bunco, what d'ye hear, lad?"
When these were dressed, Bunco went to work actively to skin the tiger, an operation which he performed with great expedition, and then, having rolled it into a convenient bundle and slung it on his back, he re-loaded his gun and again resumed his duties as guide.
The New York World described the transaction between the government and the Morgan Company as a "bunco" game, and charged that Cleveland had dishonest, dishonorable and immoral reasons for bringing about the transaction and that he did it for a "consideration."
In the midst of a whirlwind of dust and leaves, and a tempest of roars and yells, the bold native managed to drive his knife three times into the animal's side, when it rolled over with a savage growl and expired. "Are ye hurt, Bunco?" inquired Will Osten with much anxiety, when the man rose, covered with dust and blood, and stood before them. "No moche hurt, only scrash a bit."
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