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He kicked him into resentful motion again, for he had come to look upon him as an animal, and was heedless of his signs of torture so thus they marched; master and slave. "He's putting it on," he thought, but abuse as he might, the other's efforts became weaker, and his agony more marked as the days passed. The morning came when he refused to arise. "Get up!" Klusky shook his head.
I ain't got no ear for music, so I'll have to cut out the harp solos." "Quit that talk, will you?" said Captain irritably. "Of course, one man can't haul an outfit that far, but two can, so I'm going to take Klusky with me." He spoke with finality, and the Jew started, gazing queerly. "We'll go light, and drive back a herd of reindeer." "By thunder! I'd clean forgot the reindeer.
"Klusky was here again while you was gone, too. I itch to choke that Jew whenever he gets to ravin' over these people. He's sure losin' his paystreak. He gritted his teeth an' foamed like a mad malamoot, I never see a low-downer lookin' aspect than him when he gets mad." "'I'll make 'em come to me, says he, 'on their bellies beggin'. It ain't time yet. Oh, no!
Klusky had watched his face closely. "Vat's the mattaire? Vy do you make like that, eh? Tell me." His voice was sharp. "You've got it." "I've got it? Oi! Oi! I've got it! Vat have I got?" He knew before the answer came, but raved and cursed in frenzied denial. His tongue started, language flowed from him freely. "It ain't that. No! No! It is the rheumatissen. Yes, it shall be so.
Do you mean to say that you let those poor devils die like rats while you had potatoes in your cabin, fresh ones? Man! Man! The juice of every potato was worth a life. You're lying, Klusky." "I ain't. No, I ain't. I hate them! I said they should crawl on their bellies to me. Yes, and I should wring the money out. A hundred dollars for von potato. I stole them all. Ha! ha! and I kept them varm.
Along the coast, their going became difficult from the rough ice and soft snow, and with despair Captain felt the days going by. Klusky maintained his muteness and, moreover, to the anger of his captor, began to shirk. It became necessary to beat him. This Captain did relentlessly, deriving a certain satisfaction from it, yet marvelling the while at his own cruelty.
It makes like that from the hard vork always. It is the cold the cold makes it like." With despair Captain realized that he could neither go on, dragging the sick man and outfit, nor could he stay here in idleness to sacrifice the precious days that remained to his partner. Each one he lost might mean life or death. Klusky broke in upon him. "You von't leave me, Mistaire Captain?
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