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"Yes, sir: he'd ha hoisted his broad pendant afore this, would old Ding-dong, pit-boy and powder-monkey and all, only for that. And as I'd ha gone h'up with him as he went h'up, so I goes down with him when he goes down. I know'd old Ding-dong. He was the man for me. Talk o fightin!
So, being fwhat I am, an' knowin' fwhat I know, that's fwhy I say in this shootin'-case here, Mackie that's dead an' in hell is the lucky man. There are times, Sorr, whin 'tis betther for the man to die than to live, an' by consequince forty million times betther for the woman." "H'up there!" said Ortheris. "It's time to go."
If he was a Frenchman, he spoke English without a trace of accent. "Hanging on for dear life!" gurgled Kit, the scent-bottle between his teeth. The young man broke into a ripple of boyish laughter. "Flew so far: then the wings gave out, eh?" He rose to his feet, and Kit saw he was wearing buck-skin breeches and top-boots. Bending, he grasped the boy's wrists. "One two and h'up she comes!"
"Hit seemed six year. The hull white nation's movin'. So. That all?" "Well, go h'ask Keet. He's come h'up South Fork yesterdays. Maybe-so quelq' cho' des nouvelles h'out West. I dunno, me." "Kit Kit Carson, you mean? What's Kit doing here?" "Oui. I dunno, me." He nodded to a door. Bridger pushed past him. In an inner room a party of border men were playing cards at a table.
Won't you come back and say 'It's all right? Ferriss, Ferriss, answer to my roll-call. ... Died at the hands of his best friend. ... At Kolyuchin Bay. ... Killed, and I did it. ... Forward, men; you've got to do it; snowing to-day and all the ice in motion. ... H'up y'r other sledge. Come on with y'r number four; more pressure-ridges, I'll break you yet!
I'm sure I've kent it a' ma days." "It gives me the creeps to think of it. Imagine standin' h'up before h'all the earth and 'aving all your little bits o' sins fetched out against you! But" hopefully "I don't see myself 'ow there'll be time." "Ay, there'll be time! There'll be a' Eternity afore us, and as far as I can see there'll be naething else to do." "Ow," Mawson wailed.
"Yes, Miss Milbrey, she's confined to her room h'account h'of a cold, miss." "Thank heaven!" "Yes, miss certainly! will you go h'up to her?" "And Mutterchen, dear, it was a regular bombshell," she concluded after she had fluttered some of the November freshness into Mrs. Van Geist's room, and breathlessly related the facts. "You demented creature! I should say it must have been."
Plenty beeg fight on ahead, too, maybe-so. You'll bust h'up the trade, Jeem. My Sioux, she's scare to come h'on the post h'an' trade. He'll stay h'on the veelage, her." "Every dog to his own yard. Is that all the news?" "Five thousand Mormons, he'll gone by h'aready. H'womans pullin' the han'cart, sacre Enfant! News you'll h'ought to know the news. You'll been h'on the settlement six mont'!"
"Put a thousand on," he whispered. "I'll do it for ye, so there's no talk. If he wins, thar's a hundred thousand back. If he don't, well, it's gone down the sink and h'up the spout same as its fathers afore it." The young man brimmed with quiet mirth. "Will he win?" he asked. Old Mat swung his nose from side to side across his face in a way styled by those who knew him trunk-slinging.
Fergus Hume and other ingenious concocters of peripatetic mystery, wondered as he gave his horse a meaning lash with his whip a tribute to the beauty of the fare "Wot the dickens she was h'up to, with 'er big eyes and 'er 'ealthy pallor." It further excited the excellent man's interest to be obliged, when he had arrived at his destination, to remind his fare that they had done so.
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