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The long-nosed man did not know; they might.... "Who are they?" The man gave Oleron the name of a firm of lawyers in Lincoln's Inn. "You might mention my name Barrett," he added.
Why, now I think of it, we wouldn't have been given the power to laugh if it hadn't been necessary, and the last hearty laugh I had was, let me see that time three months ago, when my long-nosed interpreter mistook a dead mouse in the soup ha! ha! for a bit of pemmican, and only found out his mistake when the tail got between his teeth!"
You " and he fell back, exhausted. "We don't want your coat, my man," assured Mr. Adams, briskly rubbing the feet. "He's got something in the pockets, dad," explained Charley. "Something heavy." "Look and see, then," bade the long-nosed man. "Now's your chance." "Shall I?" queried Charley, of his father, doubtfully, holding the coat. "Why, yes, if you want to. Perhaps we ought to know."
"This is awful," spoke Mr. Adams. "The steamship company ought to be brought to law about it." "There he is," directed Charley, gladly. "See him. We've got the life-boat!" But perhaps they hadn't, for when they arrived, the Frémont man was calmly barring the way of three other men among them the long-nosed man, who was doing most of the arguing on their part.
Supposing that was the long-nosed man. He was not bigger or smarter than they, and besides, as Mr. Adams had said, he had a perfect right to travel on the Mississippi River. Everybody used the river, because there were no railroads here. However, it was queer, his choosing this boat. Charley and his father set their state-room in order, by arranging their clothes and sleeping things.
His arms were wrenched from their position across his chest, and his coat corners fell back, with a thud, against the sides of the stairway. "This fellow must be carrying a brick in each pocket," grumbled the long-nosed man. And halting his operations, despite the other man's resistance he roughly felt of the coat corners.
Oh, it is easy work nothing easier." Mr. Otter struck a bell. A long-nosed clerk thrust a portion of himself inside the door. "Send Miss Hawkins in," said Mr. Otter. Miss Hawkins came. "Miss Hawkins," said Mr. Otter, "bring for Miss Beatty to try on one of those Russian sable coats and let's see one of those latest model black tulle hats with white tips."
"Let him sleep, if he wants to. His feet are getting warm. He'll be all right." "Lookee here," blustered the long-nosed man. "I come in for half, remember. I helped fetch him in. If it hadn't been for my help he'd have frozen solid where he was, or else the watchman would have picked him up and taken him off. I'm going, now. I've got business to tend to same as before I was interrupted.
But the shelter, ingeniously constructed of hop-poles and straw thatch, was more or less rain-proof, and had the advantage of being so close to the horse-lines that half a dozen strides brought the drivers alongside their 'long-nosed chums. It was early evening; but the horses having been watered and fed, the labours of their day were over, and the Wheel and Lead Drivers were luxuriating in bootless feet while they entertained the Gunner who had called in from his own billet in the farm's barn.
But he looked at the date of the paper, and he looked at The Boy; and he said: "My son, I see that old Dr. McPherson is dead again!" The Boy was red-headed and long-nosed, even from the beginning a shy, introspective, self-conscious little boy, made peculiarly familiar with his personal defects by constant remarks that his hair was red and that his nose was long.
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