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So the stuff was bundled off in rapid order, after which Joe backed his team and swung it around. "I hope you fellows have a real, nice, loony time!" was Joe's parting salute. "Now, let's get the stuff inside," urged Dave. This was done with speed, if not with order. "Now, I'll go out and chop firewood," proposed Dave. "Who'll go with me?"
"D n the loon!" muttered Slone, rising to pace the path. "Wal, Joel's a bit off, but he's not loony all the time. He's seen you an' he's tellin' it. When Bostil hears it you'd better be acrost the canyon!" Slone felt the hot, sick rush of blood to his face, and humiliation and rage overtook him. "Joel's down at my house. He had fits after you beat him, an' he 'ain't got over them yet.
"Don't you believe me, Mrs. Barton?" asked Herbert, distressed. "No, I don't. The man who brung you I dis-remember his name " "Willis Ford." "Well, Willis Ford, then! It seems you know his name. Well, he told me you was loony, and thought you was somebody else than your own self." "He told you that I was crazy?" ejaculated Herbert. "Yes; and I have no doubt it's so."
"His name, M. Dagobert?" replied Loony, rolling about and laughing with an idiotic air. "Yes, his name. Speak, idiot!" "Oh, M. Dagobert! it's all in joke that you ask me his name!" "You are determined, fool that you are, to drive me out of my senses!" cried the soldier, seizing Loony by the collar. "The name of this young man!" "Don't be angry, M. Dagobert.
When he had thus listened for a short time, Loony returned to the fireplace, still crawling on his knees; then rising, he again took his basket half full of wood, and once more approaching the door at which he had listened knocked discreetly. No one answered. He knocked a second time, and more loudly. Still there was the same silence.
Loony Sheiner was still sitting at that table in Antoine's when Blake, having wired his messages to San Pedro and San Francisco, caught the first train out of New Orleans. As he sped across the face of the world, crawling nearer and nearer the Pacific Coast, no thought of the magnitude of that journey oppressed him. His imagination remained untouched.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, at length "What kind of a fellow ARE you, anyhow? Are you loony?" Hugh pondered, the question being new to him. "I don't know!" he announced, after sufficient thought. There was a moment of silence, and black eyes and blue exchanged an ardent gaze.
With an air of offended dignity she stalked toward the door, but turned ere she had gone ten steps and continued, addressing the assembled company collectively: "As fer bein' loony, I can tell you this. Ef you was where I come from in America, they'd say every blessed one of ye was crazy as a hen with her head off." "America!" exclaimed the Queen, as a new thought struck her. "America!
He blinked, touched his dry lips with his dry tongue and, turning his head, recognized her without surprise. "Git me a drink." She held a dipper to his lips. He fixed his eyes upon her face. "I been sick?" "Spotted fever." He stirred slightly. "What's this?" A weak astonishment was in his voice as he felt a rope across his arms and chest. "To keep you in bed." "I been loony?" She nodded.
All the next day the search was continued, but without any results. "Durn th' old map! Let's throw it intew th' fire an' git back tew th' diggin's," Ham declared wrathfully, as they gathered for the night under the Big Tree. "Stackpole shore must have been loony when he made that map." "Reckon you are right," agreed Mr. Conroyal.
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