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Short in stature and huge in frame, the mass of him, even in that half-darkness of the fo'c'sle, showed somehow majestic and powerful. "The mate came after 'im about somethin' or other," he said in his deep, slow tones. "That's right," said another seaman. "It was about spillin' some tar on the deck, an' now the Dago's got to stop up this arternoon an' holystone it clean in his watch below."
The captain said Faugh! as he drank it. "Try th' native wine, Capt'n," suggested the chief-engineer. "I have a picture of Cap'n Flanagan drinkin' the misnamed vinegar. No Dago's bare fut on the top o' mine, when I'm takin' a glass. An' that's th' way they make ut. This Napoleyun wus a fine man. He pushed 'em round some." "Sure, he had Irish blood in 'im, somewheres," Holleran assented.
All wot you bin tell in' us about the town an' the bay an' the way you used to take it easy there all that's just a bloomin' lie. See?" The Dago's face was white and his lips trembled. He tried to smile. "Not there," he repeated. "It is de joke, not? You fool me, Bill, yais?" Bill shook his head. "I wouldn't fool yer abaht a thing like that," he declared sturdily. "There ain't no such place, Dago.
A tame bear is a valuable animal, and I could not advise her to dispose of the property of another person in that summary way. "But he must be got away," she said. "We can't have a bear here. He must be taken away some way or other. Isn't there any place where he could be put until the Italian comes back?" "That Dago's never comin' back," said the boy, solemnly.
Whenever there was a sailing trip on or a spell of roosting in the Lover's Nest, Ebenezer would see that the count looked out for the "queen," while Brown stayed on the piazza and talked bargains with papa. It worried Peter you could see that. He'd set in the barn with Jonadab and me, thinking, thinking, and all at once he'd bust out: "Bless that Dago's heart!
A dago pulled a knife on me oncet fer ter cut me wide open, but I broke der dago's wrist quicker dan yer can spit." "Well, here is your money, and now I want to know that trick." "Yer 'grees not ter tell it ter anybody?" "Yes, I agree." "Dat settles it." Kelley took the money and carefully stowed it away in his clothes. "Strip up an' git inter yer trainin' rig," he directed.
I did not deem it necessary to refer to the man's offer, to send me and my machine to Waterton in a wagon, and I was just on the point of boldly announcing that I was in no hurry whatever to get on, and that it would suit me very well to wait here for a few days, when the boy burst into the room, one end of his little neck-tie flying behind him. "The Dago's put!" he shouted.
With a band of young Canadians on pass, I assisted once in giving Nelson's Monument in Trafalgar Square the "once over" with a monocle in my left eye. A few hours later this same crowd commandeered a dago's hurdy-gurdy, and it was sure funny to see three Canadian Highlanders turning this hand organ in Piccadilly Circus.
The Dago's smile was gone now; his forehead was puckered like a child's in bewilderment, and a darker doubt at the back of his thoughts loomed up in his troubled eyes. "No," said the Cockney, watching him zestfully. "You got it wrong, Dago, an' there ain't no such place. You dreamt it. Savvy?
You don't care the leavings in a Dago's mess-kit for any ship you work in, if you can get a bit out of her and skip early." "That's me, Uncle," muttered the stoker. "Can you remember names, like some of us remember the Mermus, the Blackadder, and the Titania? Not you. Your ships haven't got names, properly speaking.
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