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"Goo'-bye, boy! 'Uman they are!" "'E'll 'ave a piece out of yer finger," warned Erb, the suspicious. "Wot, 'im!" Henry's voice was indignant. He seemed to think that his reputation as an expert on parrots had been challenged. "'E wouldn't 'ave no piece out of my finger." "Bet yer a narf-pint 'e would 'ave a piece out of yer finger," persisted the skeptic.
"You keep." "Oh no, can't do that." "Yes!" Nicholas spoke peremptorily. "Yukon men have big feast, must bring present. Me no got reindeer, me got button." He grinned. "Goo'-bye." And the last of the guests went his way. It was only habit that kept the Colonel toasting by the fire before he turned in, for the cabin was as warm to-night as the South in mid-summer.
Alice, profoundly interested herself, kept her mother likewise so preoccupied with the dress that they were but vaguely conscious of the gong's soft warnings, though these were repeated and protracted unusually. Finally the sound of a hearty voice, independent and enraged, reached the pair. It came from the hall below. "I says goo'-BYE!" it called. "Da'ss all!" Then the front door slammed.
"Mac and I are goin' to try soon's the stockade's done " "Goo'-bye," interrupted Nicholas. But the Boy paid no attention to the word of farewell. He knelt down in the snow and examined the sled carefully. "Spruce runners," he called out to Mac, "and jee! they're shod with ivory! Jee! fastened with sinew and wooden pegs.
We'll take care of your father, though I'm sure he oughtn't to go." "Oh yes," answered Muckluck confidently; then lower, "Shamán make all well quick. Hey? Goo'-bye." "Good-bye." "Don't forget tell Sister Winifred I say my p " But the Boy had to run to keep up with the sled. For some time he kept watching the Ol' Chief with unabated astonishment, wondering if he'd die on the way.
He might, in truth, look down upon the smug majority that smiles at unusual endeavour, unless success excuses, crowns it. No one there, after all, so poor but he had one possession treasured among kings. And he had risked it. What could a man do more? "Good-bye, Muckluck." "Goo'-bye? Boat Canada way no go till Thursday." "Thursday, yes," he said absently, eyes still on the American ship.
My! but I'm excited. Don't forget what I said about the brass andirons and the curtains for your den. Goo'-bye." "Huh! yes, of course not!" said Bean, but the flapper had gone. Back at the typewriter he tried to collect his memories of her message: sideboard with darling feet of some kind, no fumed oak, perhaps brass andirons, curtains for his den. He couldn't recall what she had said about those.
"Then why you say goo'-bye to-day?" "Lot to do. I just wanted to make sure you were all right." Her creamy face was suddenly alight, but not with gratitude. "Oh, yes, all right here," she said haughtily. "I not like much the Boston men King George men best." It was so her sore heart abjured her country.
Mebbe you can get off in a week, for a visit. Goo'-bye! Goo " They were gone. Their voices came back to the crowd on the depot platform high, clear young voices; almost like the voices of children, shouting. Well, you wrote letters; fat, bulging letters, and in turn you received equally plump envelopes with a red triangle in one corner.
While he was dining his pardner gathered up the blankets and crawled out. "Comin' in half a minute," the Boy called after him. The answer was swallowed by the tunnel. "Him go say goo'-bye Ol' Chief," said Nicholas, observing how the Colonel's pardner was scalding himself in his haste to despatch a second cup of tea.
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