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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Ter say nothin' o' a Egyptian fortune teller from Popodunk, Ioway, an' a wild man from ther Quaker village. Oh! give me ther smellin' salts. I'm goin' ter hev ther histrikes," laughed Bud. "Haf you not got a echukated vooly pig und a feller vot 'eats 'em alife'?" asked Carl. "That's right, Dutchy. It's a bum show what ain't got them," laughed Bud.
Something told Terence Reardon that Michael was through; so he added his mite to the store and bellowed: "Spreckels die deutsch, ye blackguards?" Then both sat back to await developments. Presently a voice at the foot of the companion said: "Hello dere! Vat iss?" "Vat iss? Hell iss! Dot's vat! Listen to me, you Dutchy.
"I was skeered stiff." "Well, you fooled me," patting his cheek with loving incredulity. "An' all the time my knees fair tremblin' wuss'n when Dutchy had the drop on me an' me without a gun. Juno, ole woman, yuh done us fine that time. . . . Only two more to git, Mira, an' then we're free.
I flagged old Feeny half an hour ago that they hadn't come through here." "Who was that fellow who rode back here with the note?" asked Pike. "I don't know his name. 'Dutchy' they call him in 'C' troop. He's on his second enlistment." "More fool he! The man who re-enlists in this Territory must be either drunk or Dutch."
"Wal, Dutchy," said Burrowes, looking keenly at his companion, "I reckon you know who the almighty swell in the brass-bound suit is, hey?" "Yaw," replied Schwartzkoff, "it is Bilker, und I thought he was in brison for ten years mit." "Wal, that's true enough that he did get ten years. But that's six years ago, an' I reckon they've let him out.
Her underlip dropped pitifully, and the tears welled up. It was too dark to see her crying, but he heard her sob, and grinned, himself unseen. "I'll do anything for you, deer! Only don't tyke an' 'ave the other One. She may be a Dutchy, but she won't never care for you like wot I do. Don't you know it, Walt?" "I shall it know when I hear what you have found out," proclaimed the Slabberts grimly.
Was this something the reason why he had not yet kissed her? "It's got to do with the Dutchy wot landed me this slip over the cokernut" he indicated some plaster strappings that decorated the seat of intelligence "with a revolver-butt, when they rushed the Fort. After 'e'd plugged at me wiv' 'is last cartridge an' missed."
I asked the man next to me why Dutchy didn't kill the little fellow. "Kill him!" says this man. "What for?" "For insultin' of him, of course." "Oh, he's drunk," says the man, as if that explained anythin'. That settled it with me. I left that place, and went home, and it wasn't more than four o'clock, neither. No, I don't call four o'clock late.
And of this opportunity they made the most. There was no form of petty cruelty boys' minds could devise that was not inflicted upon the two helpless strangers. Edward seemed to look particularly inviting, and nicknaming him "Dutchy" they devoted themselves at each noon recess and after school to inflicting their cruelties upon him.
Johnston, I find a pair of pants here youst exactly like mine." I stepped in, and sure enough, there hung a pair in the Irish shoemaker's room, the exact counterpart of Dutchy's. I explained to Dutchy that we would have a little fun with the Irishman, and told him to wait for instructions from me before he attempted to play his part.
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