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"If I stand here till you'd be bringin' me my orders, I'll have the whole kit av thim buzzin' round to know fwhat's the matther," said Callahan; but there was no other thing to do, and Durgan hurried back to the telegraph office to play the messenger. He was too long about it.
The voice of the Irishman aroused him. "Fwhat the hell! Is ut dhrunk ye are?" Then, as he caught a good look at the surveyor's face "For the love av Gawd, fwhat's wrong wid ye, lad?" The rancher also was looking at him curiously. Abe gained control of himself instantly with an apologetic laugh. "Excuse me, Pat. I was thinking about the work and didn't see you.
"Gharri dhriver here, dhrunk, Sorr," sez I; "I've found his gharri sthrayin' about cantonmints, an' now I've found him." "Oh!" sez the Capt'n; "fwhat's his name?" I stooped down an' pretended to listen. "He sez his name's Jungi, Sorr," sez I.
Maybe he'll just come a-yawnin' tu th' dhure, wid th' dhrawlin' English spache av um, sayin' 'Well, bhoys, an' fwhat's doin'? An' yet again may be he's all nerves afther th' bad break he made in front av us this mornin' expectin' us eyah! waithin', watchin' belike, wid his gun in his fisht. Luk at th' way he acted afther his gun play leery as hell. . . ."
"Ah, sure," he said, "fwhat's the use uv tryin' to sell books at all, at all; folks does be peltin' them out into the street, and the nanny-goats lives on them these times. Oi send the childer out to pick 'em up, and we have 'em at me place in barrow-loads. Come along wid me now, and Oi'll make you nice and comfortable for the night," and he laid his hand on the outstretched palm of the figure.
'I turned on my belly an' crawled through the grass, a bit at a time, to where the spache came from. There was the twelve av my room sittin' down in a little patch, the dhry grass wavin' above their heads an' the sin av black murdher in their hearts. I put the stuff aside to get a clear view. "Fwhat's that?" sez wan man, jumpin' up. "A dog," says Vulmea. "You're a nice hand to this job!
'Palanquin. This from Ortheris. 'Fwhatever ut is, we must have ut. 'Tis the only sellin' piece av property widin reach that we can get so cheap. An' fwhat's a fight afther all? He has robbed the naygur-man, dishonust. We rob him honust for the sake av the whisky he gave me. 'But wot'll we do with the bloomin' article when we've got it?
He wud show up agin' th' snow like th' ace av shpades an' he thried." Suddenly his jaw dropped and he stiffened. "Ah-hh!" His eyes rivetted themselves on some object and his huge arm shot out. "Fwhat's yon?" They all stared in the direction he indicated.
'Standin'-room an' no more, sez I, 'onless it may be fwhat ye niver had, an' that's manners, ye rafflin' ruffian, for I was not goin' to have the Service throd upon. 'Out of this, sez he. 'I'm in charge av this section av construction. 'I'm in charge av mesilf, sez I, 'an' it's like I will stay a while. D'ye raffle much in these parts? 'Fwhat's that to you? sez he.
"What did I go through it fwhor? fwhy, thin, fwhor the sake o' the trewth I'm a Gaaulway man, boys, and it isn't in Can-naught you'll fwhind the man that's afeard to do fwhat's right: here's aaul your healths, and that everything may soon be as it ought to be." "Well," said the other, "you are a Can-naught man sartainly, that's clear from your tongue; but I want to axe you a question.
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