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"Folks up yit?" asked Judkins. "Dressing, seh." "Goin' ter feed 'em in there?" "Not dis mohnin'. Dey'll breakfas' at de hotel. Carriage here yit?" "Not yit. I s'pose ol' Hucks'll drive over for 'em," said the agent. "Dey's 'spectin' some one, seh. As fer me, I gotta live heah all day, an' it makes me sick teh think of it." "Heh!" retorted the agent, scornfully; "you won't git sick.
We ain' gwine ter do no shootin' till we're pestered, an' dey'll be less likely ter pester us ef dey can't git at us widout runnin' some resk. Come along in! Be men! De gov'ner er de President is gwine ter sen' soldiers ter stop dese gwines-on, an' meantime we kin keep dem white devils f'm bu'nin' down our hospittles an' chu'ch-houses.
Maybe the giants will have some coffee and condensed milk, though they'll have to take about ten cupsful to make them think they've had anything. Make a lot of coffee, Rad." "But good land a massy, dey'll eat up eberyt'ing we got, Massa Tom," objected the colored man. "Can't help it, Rad. They're our guests and we've got to be polite," replied the youth.
"Does he know Oonomoo?" "Certainly; he has known him for several years." "Well, den, dey will come together, and dey'll fix up fings so dat dey will got you out of dis place afore long." "I hope so; I hope so. Death would not be more terrible than the suffering I undergo here, especially at night. Oh! will you not stay by me?" asked the prisoner, the tears starting to her eyes.
"Maybe dey'll pass us a couple bucks," said the other hopefully. "Dey'd orter do dat much." Detective Sergeant Flannagan of Headquarters, Chicago, slouched in a chair in the private office of the chief of detectives of Kansas City, Missouri. Sergeant Flannagan was sore. He would have said as much himself.
"Dat's a fac'," said Nimbus, with a glance at the East. "'Tain't more'n 'bout a hour till sun-up, an' I mustn't be seen hereabouts atter dat. Dey'll be a lookin' atter me, an' 'twon't be safe fer Nimbus ter be no whar 'cept in de mos' lonesome places. But whar's ye gwine ter put 'Liab, Marse Hesden?" "In the house anywhere, only be quick about it.
But I's a'most sorry I did now, for you's got no self-'straint, an' if you goes by you'self you'll git took up for sartin', an' dey'll whip your fadder till he's dead, or frow him on de hooks, or skin him alive, or " "Oh, horrible! Don't say such dreadful things, Peter!" exclaimed Hester, covering her face with her hands.
Then he remarked, with a puzzled air: "Well, I neber could read without mah glasses, Massa Jack, so I guess I'll hab t' let it go until annoder time. Diamonds on de moon, eh? Dat's wonderful! I wonder what dey'll be doin' next? But I'se got t' go. Diamonds on de moon, eh? Diamonds on de moon!"
A good many on 'em owns morin' two hundred, an' its money; it's whar de living comes from. Ef you gib 'em a chance dey'll show you a big streak, an' fight dey will for sartin." The words had hardly left his lips, when Clara said: "Oh! take me quick, dear boy!" We all sprang to her side. Ere Louis could put his arms around her, she fell from her chair like dead. "Fainted! Water!" said Louis.
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