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"No don't think so; he's a street vendor. Got some China silks to sell carries his pack on his back and looks as if he'd took up a extry 'ole in his belt. Hungry, I wouldn't wonder. Wanted to h'ist 'em fur a glass o' grog an' a night's lodgin', but Cap wouldn't let him said you'd be back and might help him. Wasn't that it, Cap?" this to the landlord, who nodded in reply.
'Pears to be" the strong old voice faltered for an instant "'pears to be bust up some consid'able. I found him in the ro'd a piece back, with his velocipede tied up all over him. He ain't dead, nor he ain't asleep, but I can't git nothin' out of him, so I jest brung him along. I'll h'ist him out, if you say so." "Can you?" said Vesta. "I will help you. I am strong enough. Will your horses stand?"
Voila, que c'est glorieuse, cette banniere la! H'ist it! h'ist it!" He was dancing with a rickety liveliness, his goatish legs and shriveled body giving him the look of an emaciated satyr.
Picardy can show me a deed from Gawd Almighty, signed, sealed, and delivered along about the time Moses got hisn fer the Land uh Canyan, or if he can show a paper from Uncle Sam, sayin' this place belongs to him, I'll throw off these logs, h'ist the box back on the wagon and look further; but I ain't goin' to move on the say-so uh no furrin' king, which I don't believe in nohow."
Besides, he hates me like pizen; I reckon by this time he don't harbor no great love for you; an' yer bet he means ter git us afore we kin squeal, if he has ter h'ist the whole damned mounting. Anyhow, that's how it looks ter me an' Stutter yere. What was it you was goin' ter advise, Mr. Winston?" The engineer set down his tin coffee cup.
"Yes, sar; she done h'ist two out ob her innards, and done took two more from de fort." "All right; I think we understand the situation up here," said Mr. Pennant, as he led the way in the direction from which they had come. They returned to the negro village, for the commander of the expedition did not feel as though he had yet finished his mission on shore.
"Why, that's the nature of this machine," he replied. "Ye see, it runs on the rocket principle by spurtin' out gases. Ef we want to go up off the ground we squirt out under the machine an' that gives us a h'ist. Then, when we get 'way up high, we spread out a pair o' big wings like and start the propeller at the stern end o' the thing.
But the pa ant, he hustles right up and grabs the crust and waves her around his head a couple of times to show how strong he is, and then starts back to where he found the crust. Down he plumps it gives it a h'ist or two and then grabs it up. He waves it around in his mitts and wobbles off toward the hole again. Independent? Well, mostly!
H'ist out yer money. "The Bostonian had risen from the table now and was looking at me as if I'd just been detected in picking his pocket. "'But I'm an invited guest, I protested. "'Invited guest, are ye? continued the Irishman. 'And ye ordered the grub yersilf! You heard him! This to the Bostonian. 'Didn't he order the stuff? Let's see yer wad.
"Come u-u-up, M-M-Mike," he called, rattling his letters like castanets. "I w-w-want to g-go d-d-down." There followed a sound of falling rocks below, a fierce shaking of the suspended rope, and then a muffled voice sang out an order, "H'ist away, and be dommed ter yer."
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