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"Come, come, Jeff, tell me something new." Hunting's face darkened with suppressed anger and jealousy. After a moment he said, "Is that all?" "Dat's all." "Well, Jeff, here's ten dollars more, and look sharper than ever now." "'Scuse me, Misser Hunting. We'se squar' now. I'se done what I agreed, and now I'se gwine out ob de business." "Has Gregory engaged your services?" asked Hunting, quickly.
"Any fool know dat," returned Scipio, grumly and evidently tired already of being thus catechised. "If you want 'em fall off, how you'm expect, in reason, he do it under a main course? You answer me dat, misser Dick."
Jeff could not forbear saying, with a suppressed chuckle. "Come, sir, no impudence. You won't serve me any more then?" "Oh yes, Misser Hunting. I'se black yer boots, make de fire, harness de hoss, do anything dat won't hurt in here," with a gesture that seemed to indicate the pit of his stomach. "Anything more, please 'scuse me." "You will not speak of what has passed between us?"
A werry good gentle'em is Misser Mulford, but not good enough to mulk Simon and me out of fifty dollar each." "You will not hear my project, Josh, and so will never know what I would be at." "Well, come, tell him jest as you surposes him. Now listen, Simon, so dat not a word be loss." "My plan is to take the boat, if we anchor, as anchor I know we shall, and go and find the rock and bring Mr.
"Bribery, eh?" he inquired softly. The man flinched from the tone. "It ain't bribery, is it, to ast you to rout out jus' one line from an ad an' pay you for the trouble. My own ad, too. If it runs, it's my finish. I was nutty when I wrote it. Fer Gawsake, Misser " "Stop it! You say Morrison sent you here?" "No, sir. Not exac'ly. 'S like this, M' Wald'mar. I hadda get to you some way.
The bona fides of the party established, the atmosphere was cleared to the extent of faces smiling where faces had looked frightened before; but no other answer could be got from the gold washers. "We been here many weeks months, sar but no gol' dust got. Very soon we all go back; no got food no more; nobody come here. Misser Gordon tell us stop along here until he say come back.
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