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Updated: June 15, 2025
Lord love him, 'e was always a-doin' of it; many a pore soul, male and female, 'e's saved from the river ah, and worse as well, I know ekally ready wi' fist or purse, ah, by Goles, an' vat vas better, with 'ope for the 'elpless an' 'elp for them as it seemed nothin' nor nobody could reach 'cept the law a friend to them as thought they 'ad no friend but death.
Saunderson junior takes after his kind on the distaff side, and comes into the world a square peg, which can only be tight and comfortable in a square hole. It is no use arguing, Farmer: your boy must go to his uncle; and there's an end of the matter." "By goles!" said the farmer, "you seem to think you can talk me out of my senses."
Seventy-two four and on a good night there'd a been three times the business eight-four six eight. Eighty-eight dollars." Goles looked over his shoulder at the bartender. He wet his lips and stood up. After a time he threw off his overcoat. "How about a drink from that flask?" he asked suddenly. Jan, without looking around, drew the flask from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Tell her I got no minute to spare not now." The boy went out and quickly came back. "Mrs. Goles says for you to come out and see her or she'll have the policeman in off the beat. He's at the corner now." The girl went out. "Who's Mrs. Goles?" asked Jan of the boy. "Why, she's the landlady." "Oh!" said Jan. So that was her husband, the handsome proprietor with the evil eyes.
No; she is a woman who stalks on towards goles and don't mind who or what she upsets on her way. She is a woman who a-chasin' sinners slams the door in the faces of saints. A remarkable instance of this memory onrolled on her panorama a eppisode that took place in our own Jonesville meetin'-house.
Jan stopped sculling and went forward to Mrs. Goles. "The tide has her," he said. "Soon she will be in and we will all be safe!" She looked back at her husband. The bartender stood up and shouted aloud. "Safe hah! Say, but ain't it like looking at something in a moving picture though?" He stuck a hand into his coat pocket and pulled out Jan's revolver.
On the other side of that point would be a lee and safety; but he said nothing of that to his companions yet. In the middle of the raft lay Goles, huddled and silent as ever. Mrs. Goles, at the farther end of the raft, was mostly watching Jan as he heaved on the oar; but sometimes she seemed to be studying her husband.
"Just because!" she answered in the old tantalising way. And so we sat a little while looking into each other's eyes. "By Goles!" exclaimed the Tinker so suddenly that we both started, having clean forgotten him for a while. "'Tis good to be young, but 'tis better aye, much better, to be in love, that it is!
When he had finished he threw the empty flask overboard. "Well, if you ain't one fine gentleman!" exploded the bartender. Goles paid no attention to him. "How long before we'll be ashore now?" he asked. "Only a few minutes now," said Jan. He was still standing with his back to Goles. "A few minutes?" repeated Goles. At the words his wife turned sharply. Husband and wife stared at each other.
Then, taking off his ulster, he wrapped it round the mother and baby, and lashed her. Then he lashed the bartender and Goles, and took a loose turn about a ring for himself. Then he waited. It came soon enough. A large section of the top deck floated clear of the upper works. Jan stayed by the floating deck until he felt that the steamer was surely sunk beneath them.
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