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I echoed. "Yes, my friend! He ees call the 'cobblestone, also the 'pouding-stone, when he ees at his home in the country. He ees also a small 'boulder. I pick him up; I crack him; he made three separate piece of conglomerate sandstone. I bring him home to my wife in my pocket. She rejoice; we are happy.
"PAR LES MILLE CORNES DU DIABLE, you t'ink Bateese lie, m'sieu? Concombre Bateese, who choke ze w'ite bear wit' hees two ban', who pull down ze tree " "No, no, I don't think you lie. But I am wondering why she didn't tell me that when she was here." "Becaus' she have too much leetle bird heart, zat ees w'y. She say: 'Bateese, you tell heem he mus' wait for St. Pierre.
There was a harsh, unpleasant laugh, and a voice cried: "Señor Carkaire ees right. Jose Murillo ees witheen thirtee yards of heem thees minute." Looking up in astonishment, the trio in the boat beheld the Mexican standing on the brink of the cliff. His clothes were somewhat wrinkled and soiled, seeming to need cleansing and pressing.
An' I tink eet ees done, an' I not care, for already I am to zee death condemned, an' it ees but once dat I can die. Also I tink when zee price ees paid, I veel go North to zee Frozen Sea where zee mounters come not. But dat man he ees one devil. He fix for me bring zee girl here, where zee price veel be paid; den when I come he begin to shoot, becos he veel not zee price pay.
He spoke of this to the bateau man, who shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Eet ees ze command of St. Pierre," he explained. "St. Pierre say no man make beeg noise at what you call heem funeral? An' theese goin' to be wan gran' fun-e-RAL, m'sieu!" "I see," David nodded. He did not grin back at the other's humor. He was looking at the crowd.
"It ees well zat he come here. The pension more serious, il n'en existe pas, eet ees not any!" she announced with conviction. So, as there was nothing more to add, Dr. Byram joined Hastings at the gate. "I trust," he said, eyeing the Convent, "that you will make no acquaintances among Jesuits!"
"How can people endure it?" I marvel, wiping away great drops of moisture. "See dthat big house all come down? Dthat ees eardthquake," explains my escort. "How dreadful! Look at the thatch roofs of those queer little huts it makes me think of peaked Robinson Crusoe hats. Just see how they're pulled far down over the sun-burnt wall as if to shade their eyes from the scorching sun." "Robeen Crusa?"
He was looking over David's shoulder. He seemed not to have heard what the other had said, yet there had come a sudden gleam of exultation in his eyes, and he replied, still gazing toward the raft, "Diantre, m'sieu coq de bruyere may keep ze beeg word in hees mout'! See! St. Pierre, he ees comin' to answer for himself.
"What a lovely night! It makes one feel strangely, doesn't it, to be out after dark in a foreign city that no one you know has ever visited, and that seemed in geography days as far off as the moon?" I get no answer to my small observations, and we walk on. "The gallery isn't as near as I thought." "It ees not far, Blanca; you air fery lofely in dthe moonlight."
If you do not tell me the plain truth, you shall suffer." "Vat ees it you vant?" "Who organized the attack on my pack-train?" "I know nothing of zat." "Stop! You do know, and you must tell me." The Frenchman grew pale and something like a shiver passed over him. He saw that James Morris was in no mood for trifling. "Who who say zat Louis Glotte know 'bout dat?" he asked stammeringly. "I say so.
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