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The troops of Misser, Berberistán, and Hámáverán, having declared their allegiance to the Persian king, the accumulated numbers increased Káús's army to upwards of three hundred thousand men, horse and foot, and with this immense force he moved towards Irán.
"Ho yis, sar, dis Misser Houten's camp," the man replied, "but he no got gol' dust here. I don' know what Misser Gordon send us here for, sar," he concluded, with a grin of enlightenment. "Don't know, hey?" burst out Barry, shoving the man aside and entering the biggest of the huts. "Keep your eye on these chaps, Little," he cried. "If they budge a finger don't wait. Shoot."
The superintendent came out of his office, following Sam to the kitchen. He gave no look or word to the buccaroos with their demijohn; he merely held his cigar sidewise in his teeth and walked with no hurry through the sitting-room. Sam took him through to the kitchen and round to a hind corner of the stove, pointing. "Misser Dlake," said he, "slove no bloke. I hear them inside.
Giving the man's ear a twist, he demanded: "What's your game here? Speak up, or I'll shoot you!" The man squirmed uneasily, scared out of most of his wits; but in his fright he retained some sense, and what was better, some loyalty. "No game, sar," he cried. "Me Misser Houten's man. We all Misser Houten's man, sar. I tell you true; dere is no gol' dust here.
"Why don't you send him away where he'll have to rustle? That's the joke I meant." "Huh?" Again the listener's mind failed to follow, and Locke repeated his words, concluding: "It would make a new man of him." "Oh, he wouldn't work. Too lazy." "He'd have to if he were broke." "But he AIN'T broke. Didn't I tell you 's old man puts up reg'lar? Fine man, too, Misser Anthony; owns railroads."
The disaffection of the King of Hámáverán, in league with the King of Misser and Shám, and the still hostile King of Berberistán, soon, however, drew him from Ním-rúz, and quitting the principality of Rustem, his arms were promptly directed against his new enemy, who in the contest which ensued, made an obstinate resistance, but was at length overpowered, and obliged to ask for quarter.
When leetil bird sit on a stone an shake hims tail, I've heerd you an Orley say it wag but misser Gubbins he got no tail to wag so how can he wag it?" "I didn't say he wagged it, Betsy," returned Marie, repressing a laugh, "but you'll never get to understand what a wag means, so I won't try to explain. Look! Zariffa is venturesome. You'd better call her back." Zariffa was indeed venturesome.
He went to the fields at an early hour, as he always did, to set his negroes at work, and was met by the hostler, who had an exciting piece of news to communicate. "Misser Gordon," said he, "Misser Don's hound dogs done treed two fellers down dar in de quarter. Dey's been dar all de blessed night top o' dat ar house; yes, sar, dat's what dey says, sar!"
But it was not intoxication that sweated on his forehead and quivered in his jaw. It was terror. He slumped into the waiting chair and mouthed mutely at the editor. "Well?" The bullet-like snap of the interrogation stung the man into babbling speech. "'S like this, Misser Wald'mar. 'S like this. Y-y-yuh see, 's like this. Fer Gawsake, kill out an ad for me!" "What? In to-morrow's paper? Nonsense!
They 're a dhirty set, and I wish to go no nearer." "What dey look like, in 'e dark?" inquired Little Smash "Awful as by daylight?" "It's not meself that stopped to admire 'em. Nick and I had our business forenent us, and when a man is hurried, it isn't r'asonable to suppose he can kape turning his head about to see sights." "What dey do wid Misser Woods? What sabbage want wid dominie?"
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