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Meanwhiles, I'll ast you to fix me a parcel o' them physics, jest some of each, an' you ken git Sunny Oak to pass 'em right on to Zip fer his kids. Guess they'll worry out how best to dose 'em right." Minky nodded, but his eyes were gloomily watching the two strangers sitting under the window. Sandy, however, suddenly brightened into a wide smile.
"Three more drinks," he demanded roughly. Minky in unfeigned surprise produced the glasses. Sandy leant over, and, with face thrust forward, inspected the bill. Toby contented himself with a low whistle of astonishment. Sunny glared at them contemptuously. "Yes," he said roughly, "I've earned it. I've worked for it, do you understand?
He gave no sign; he uttered no word. But his face told its story of a fiendish joy which swept from his head to his heart, and thrilled his whole body. It was in the midst of this that he received a visit from his friend Minky. And the moment the door opened in response to his summons the look in his eyes, when he saw who his visitor was, was a cordial welcome.
You'll get pay dirt that aways, but " "Ah! Needs cap'tal," suggested Joe. "That's jest how we figgered," put in the other quietly. Minky nodded. Many things were traveling swiftly through his mind. "Drove in?" he inquired. "Sure," replied Joe. "Unhooked down the trail a piece." Bill's eyes opened and closed again. Then he shifted noisily in his chair.
"But it's so jolly to feel your body come squirming up after your arms." "It is. It is. All the same, promise me you won't do it any more." "Why?" "Because I'm going to India when I've passed out, and I want to find you alive when I come back. Promise me, Minky." "I will, if you're really going. But you're the only person I allow to call me Minky, except Mark."
"I'll jest git around an' see how Sunny's doin'," he said. Then he drew out a pipe and began to cut flakes of tobacco from a black plug. "See here, Minky," he went on, after a moment's pause. "You need to do some thinkin'. How much dust have you got in the store?" "'Bout twenty thousand dollars." "Whew!" Bill whistled softly as he packed the tobacco in his pipe.
Some of 'em are" a spasm of pain shot athwart his face as he hesitated "'bout three miles back ther' " At this point a terrible fit of coughing interrupted him, and blood trickled into the corners of his mouth. Minky understood. He dispatched one of the bystanders for some brandy, while he knelt down to the man's support.
"If," he said, "they'd let Papa marry Mamma when he wanted to, I might have been born in eighteen fifty-two. I'd be eighteen by this time. I should have gone into the French Army and I should have been with McMahon at Sedan now." "You might have been killed," Mary said. "That wouldn't have mattered a bit. I should have been at Sedan. Nothing matters, Minky, as long as you get what you want."
And Minky bought with perfect good-humor, discounting at the recognized tariff, but always with solemn eyes, and a mind still wondering at his overnight interview with Wild Bill. He had obeyed him implicitly, knowing that he was making a liberal profit for himself, whatever the gambler might be risking.
I haven't done anything," but she couldn't think about it when she saw him sitting there. "Mark what is it?" "I don't know, Minky." "I know. You've come back, and it isn't like what you thought it would be." "No," he said, "it isn't.... I didn't think it would be so awful without Papa." The big package in the hall had been opened. The tiger's skin lay on the drawing-room carpet.
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