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"There IS a way, commander," says Phil, looking cunningly at him, "of settling this." "Paying the money, I suppose? I wish I could." Phil shakes his head. "No, guv'ner, no; not so bad as that. There IS a way," says Phil with a highly artistic turn of his brush; "what I'm a-doing at present." "Whitewashing." Phil nods. "A pretty way that would be!
But in ther meantime ther pesky coyote had gone and got himself killed in a quarrel over cards and so there they was up agains' a blank wall ag'in." The old prospector paused to fill his pipe. "The Injun bein' dead, the guv'ner did the nex' best thing. He questioned his squaw.
Making a resolve to get rid of them as speedily as possible, he dived into his breast pocket and drew from it a roll of bills that made Slim's and Joey's eyes stick out of their heads. He peeled off a twenty-dollar-bill, and flung it with no good grace down upon the table. "There," he said, "that's the last you'll get till the trick is done." "Thankee, guv'ner; I knowed you'd see sense.
When it got so high, it got the upper hand of me, but this is how I always know there's a eight in it." "Ah!" says Mr. George, resuming his breakfast. "And where's the tinker?" "Drink put him in the hospital, guv'ner, and the hospital put him in a glass-case, I HAVE heerd," Phil replies mysteriously. "By that means you got promotion? Took the business, Phil?" "Yes, commander, I took the business.
Swelp me! gov'ner my lord, I mean. What I meanter say, if anything's 'appened to 'im! One of the best!" The two men went quickly towards the gate. As they passed down the quiet, dusty road Beale spoke again. "I wasn't no good I don't deceive you, guv'ner a no account man I was, swelp me! And the little 'un, 'e tidied me up and told me tales and kep' me straight.
Yours, in hot haste. "Be on the look-out for the red limousine," said Cleek, glancing over at Dollops, who stood waiting for orders. "It will be along at ten. That's all. You may go." "Right you are, guv'ner. I'll keep my eyes peeled, sir. Lor'! I do hope it's summink to do with a restaurant or a cookshop this time. I could do with a job of that sort, my word, yes!
"What!" "Yes. We saw her pick them up out of the road. We tried to convince her it was dishonest to keep 'em, but she wouldn't listen to us." "You've done well, and seem to be bright fellows," said Mortlake, handing over the bill to red eyes, who seemed to be the leader of the two, "by the way, you don't belong about here, do you?" "Oh, no, guv'ner. Our homes is whar we hangs our hats.
"Wa'al, they set a watch on him and found that he always headed off inter ther desert by way of Smith Mountain, which would be the nat'ul way of gettin' ter ther three buttes that Peg-leg had described. "Guv'ner Downey he come to hear about this in course of time, and he come down frum Sacramento to question ther Injun.
Come unexpected and sudden like about five minutes ago," said Dollops, as the key was withdrawn from the lock and Cleek stepped into the house. "Told him you'd jist run round the corner, sir, to get a fresh supply of them cigarettes you're so partial to, so he sat down and waited. And, oh, I say, guv'ner?" "Yes?" said Cleek inquiringly, stopping in his two-steps-at-a-time ascent of the stairs.
Then he stopped and said to Pollyooly very fiercely: "Do you think I've got nothing else to do but wait here all the afternoon for your precious guv'ner to come home to tea?" "I don't know," said Pollyooly politely. "Well, I have plenty," said Mr. Reginald Butterwick savagely. Pollyooly said nothing. "And what's more, I'm going to do it!" said Mr.
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