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We're hard worked, badly fed, badly paid not, mind you, that I'm finding fault with the treatment we're getting aboard here far from it the grub's good enough for anybody; and, as to work well, we haven't seen much of that yet. But this I will say, I don't like the looks of either of the mates, and as for the skipper, why, he's a good enough man, but this ship is going to spoil him.
From the outset, without the use of compasses, without any mechanical rolling, without shifting the thing on its base, one and all obtain the ball, the delicately executed compact body supremely favourable to the grub's well-being.
But that's a long way, and probably this village will be deserted before news of it ever reaches Colorado. There's more danger of Shadd and his gang coming in. Shadd's half Piute. He must know of this place. And he's got some white outlaws in his gang.... Come on. Grub's ready, and I'm too hungry to talk."
"We saw your fire and thought we'd make for it," he said. "I see your cooking outfit's still lying round." "It's at your service," Blake told him. "I'm sorry we can't offer you much supper, though there's a bit of a bannock and some flour." "We'll soon fix that," said the other. "Guess you're up against it, but our grub's holding out." He turned to the driver.
Their shape is that of a thimble divided down the middle; and their walls are completed either by the adjoining cells or by the surface of the old nest. Outside, they are rough and display successive layers of knotted cords corresponding with the different courses of mortar. Inside, the walls are flat without being smooth; later on, the grub's cocoon will make up for any lack of polish.
From his bleeding knuckles and the skin off one cheek, it was evident that he had given Stine and Sprague what was coming. "You ought to see that cabin," he chuckled, as they stood at the bar. "Rough-house ain't no name for it. Dollars to doughnuts nary one of 'em shows up on the street for a week. An' now it's all figgered out for you an' me. Grub's a dollar an' a half a pound.
He had to reach up to me, and I looked down into his face. "You'll think me a strange fellow, David. I didn't mean to tell you so much, but it just would come out when I saw that you understood. We must find him you and I. We may find him any day; at this very minute he may be going by the Old Grub's door. Watch for him." I promised.
"Me, massa? me tink dere 'pears to be room for more wittles inside ob me; but as all de grub's eated up, p'r'aps it would be as well to be goin' an' tacklin' suffin' else now." "You're right, Butterface," cried the Captain, rousing himself from a reverie. "What say you, comrades? Shall we turn in an' have a nap? It's past midnight."
From his bleeding knuckles and the skin off one cheek, it was evident that he had given Stine and Sprague what was coming. "You ought to see that cabin," he chuckled, as they stood at the bar. "Rough-house ain't no name for it. Dollars to doughnuts nary one of 'em shows up on the street for a week. An' now it's all figgered out for you an' me. Grub's a dollar an' a half a pound.
Hold your gab, and eat up that pork," pushing over his tin plate, "'n' that bread," sending it after, "'n' that hard tack, 'tain't very good, but it's better'n roots, I reckon, or berries either, 'n' gobble up that coffee, double-quick, mind; and don't you open your heads to talk till the grub's gone, slick and clean.
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