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Updated: May 20, 2025
Have you ever had a real jag on you, not the big dinner, big bottle, big cigar sort of imitation, but the wild-eyed, imp-seeing, genuine rip-snorter?" "No. Neither have you." "I should have denied the charge before to-night. But I know now what it means. It is a brain-storm induced by rum.
Say dozenas of malditos sillas. If he fall other time, he kill my head." "Ah!" said Dick sharply. "Where is he now?" "He go in your bed, señor." "What has happened is pretty obvious," Bethune remarked. "Fuller came home with a big jag on and scared this fellow. We'd better see if he's all right." Dick took him into his bedroom and the negro followed.
He and his Wrath of God and Jag Ear are away to other worlds!" "And other Leddys!" "No doubt! No doubt!" concluded the Doge, in high good humor, all the vexation of his diary seemingly forgotten as he left the room. But, as the Doge and Mary were to find, they were alone among Little Riversites in thinking that the breaking of Pedro Nogales's wrist was horrible.
"Firio, we're ready to hear Jag Ear's bells!" he called. "Sí!" answered Firio. All the while the Indian had kept in the shadow, away from the spray of light from the store lamp, unaware of the rapid drama that had passed among the boxes and barrels. He had observed nothing unusual in the young lady, whose outward manifestation of what she had, witnessed was the closing of her eyes.
She knew them at once for P.D., Wrath of God, and Jag Ear. Nearby rose a thin spiral of smoke and back of it was a huddled figure, Firio, preparing the morning meal. Animals and servant were as motionless as the cactus. Evidently they did not hear her footsteps. They formed a picture of nightly oblivion, unconscious that day had come.
He was one of those fellows who would cut off his nose and his ears and burn his eyes out just to spite his face. "This trip, as usual, I sold him his little jag. I didn't say anything to him, but thought it was high time I was going out and looking up another customer.
"Soon's ever I get the boy into a hospital, I gallop up to the best restarawnt in town an' prepare for the huge pot-latch. This here, I determine, is to be a gormandizin' jag which shall live in hist'ry, an' wharof in later years the natives of Puget Sound shall speak with bated breath. "First, I call for five dollars' worth of pork an' beans an' then a full-grown platter of canned salmon.
The sun was setting in the clear sky, one half of which was a tempest of orange, gold and red, and the other half warm and calm with roseate reflections. Over the spot where the focus point of all this glory was sinking into darkness, a purple cloud hovered like a shred of the monarch's glory caught and torn away on the jag of some invisible obstruction.
Outside were some badly worn wooden steps; Elof's foot caught in a hole, and down he went. Halvor fell upon him, seized the watch, then gave him several hard kicks. "You'd better quit kicking me, and find out what's wrong with my back," said Elof. Halvor stopped at once, but Elof made no move to raise himself. "Help me up," he said. "You can help yourself when you've slept off your jag."
Eagerly Leonard unfolded the map, making her steady it for his shaking hand, and tracing the black toothed lines. 'There's Bridport ten miles from there. Can you see the name, Ave? 'No, it is not marked. 'Never mind. I see where it is; and I can see it is a capital place; just in that little jag, with famous bathing. I wonder if they will stay long enough for me to learn to swim?
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