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Only Sir Ector said: "That was never Sir Kay who served us in this wise, but such a man as is better than ten Sir Kays, or twice ten Sir Kays, for the matter of that." Then there was great joy when news was brought of his coming and they brought him in to the court and set him beside the King and the Lady Guinevere all armed as he was.
This last did not trouble him much. He kept mighty cheerful all the way, although the speculation up to now had turned out far from cheerful; and all the way he kept singing scraps about the Kays of Mortallone in a way to turn even a healthy man sick. I had patched up a kind of friendship with A.G., and we allowed that, for all his heartiness, the old man was enough to madden a saint.
"Could you come Beet'oven's symphony on B flat?" "Ah! howld yer tongue, Joe," cried O'Connor, "sure the young man can only sing on the sharp kays; ain't he always sharpin' the tools, not to speak of his appetite?" "You've a blunt way of speaking yourself, friend," said Dumsby, in a tone of reproof.
The Sultan of Johore, in the hands of money-lenders through unfortunate turf ventures, spends as much time in the city as in his Malay sultanate. A prince of the Siamese king's ministry, in Singapore to bestow orders for bridges and river steamers, goes nightly to witness a feeble production of "The Girl from Kays," and whistles "Sammy" as he promenades hotel verandas.
There has always been rumours that he got away with the secret. Know about it?" said old Klootz. "Why, there was even a song made up about it "'O, we threw the bodies over, and forth we did stand Till the tenth day we sighted what seemed a pleasant land, And alongst the Kays of Mortallone!" From the first the old man had no doubt but we had struck the secret.
"Could you come Beet'oven's symphony on B flat?" "Ah! howld yer tongue, Joe," cried O'Connor, "sure the young man can only sing on the sharp kays; ain't he always sharpin' the tools, not to speak of his appetite?" "You've a blunt way of speaking yourself, friend," said Dumsby, in a tone of reproof.
Your cruising ground will be from Cape Maysi northward as far as Long Island, giving the Kays in Austral Bay an overhaul now and then, thence to windward of the Windward Passages, down as far south as, say, the Silver Kay Passage, then to the westward as far as Cape Maysi again.
"No, you don't," said her dutiful son. "'Tain't none of yours. It's mine." "The kays is mine," said his mother, "and I'll kape 'em." "Give 'em here," said Jim, finding a compromise necessary, "and I'll give you fifty cents out of what I get" "That's the way to talk, darlint," said his mother, approvingly. "You wouldn't have the heart to chate your ould mother out of her share?"
Klootz and I made the whole crew, with A. G., who could not navigate. January 17, late in the afternoon, we ran down upon Mortallone Island and anchored off the Kays, north of Gable Point. Next morning we out with the boat and landed. Time, about three-quarters of an hour short of low water. The Kays are nothing but sand.
"I'll open it myself, mother, that is, I if I had a kay. Haven't you got one?" "I have that same. I picked up a bunch of kays in the strate last week." She fumbled in her pocket, and drew out half a dozen keys of different sizes, attached to a steel ring. "Bully for you, old woman!" said Jim. "Give 'em here." "Let me open the bag," said Mrs. Malone, persuasively.
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