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Updated: May 3, 2025
"Come along," I said, half surlily, half amused at the easy-going, light-hearted way in which the boy could forget the horrible peril in which he had placed himself. "You berry sorry too, Mass' George. I know." "Know what?" "How catch um 'gator?" "How?" "Pompey know. Show um a morrow. Good-bye, sah. Bring you 'noder dinner morrow morning."
At forty miles to the hour the journal was smoking again. At forty-five it burst into flames. Once more it was patiently cooled by bucketings of water drawn from the engine tank; after which necessary preliminary Olson spoke his mind. "Ay tank ve never get someveres vit dat hal-fer-damn brass, Meester Ford. Ay yust see if Ay can't find 'noder wone."
"Bress my soul, if I cook noder one," he growled, angrily, turning round to depart. "Come back here, cook; here, hand me those tongs; now take that bit of steak there, and tell me if you think that steak cooked as it should be? Take it, I say" holding the tongs towards him "take it, and taste it."
"Silence!" she cried; then in the deep hush that followed she called out, in clear, ringing tones: "Every friend of mine will go back to quarters, keep quiet, and obey orders. I promise that no harm shall come to any of you." The men doffed their ragged hats, and a voice from the crowd answered, "We 'bey you, Miss Lou, en we won' let no harm come ter you, noder."
Mebbe so you better gimme two t'ousan' dollar biffore I b'lieve you. Bien! I go down-town an' win 'noder t'ousan' on de high card, or mebbe so I stick up some feller, den I come back and m'sieu' le jodge he say: 'Dat's fine! Now we let Phillips go home. He don' steal not'in'. Wat I t'ink of dem proceedin's? Eh? I t'ink de jodge is dam' grafter!" Rock laughed heartily.
'Good bye, I say, 'I not see heem more. Beeg feller hees loose dat rope, ron down on de bank hitching rope on willow tree an' roun' hees own shoulder an' jump on reever way down on bend an' wait for ole boss. For me? I mak dis pony cross ver' queek. Not know how, an' pass on de noder side. I see beeg feller, hees hol' de ole boss on hees coat collar wit bees teef, by gar! an' sweem lak ottar.
Den um hab big fight an kill de Injum, an noder big fight by de gate an kill more Injum, and den Injum say good-night, time go to bed, an dat's all." "The Indians gone?" "Yes; all gone." "Then we have beaten them. Hurrah! Oh, my head!" "Hurrah oh my head!" cried Pomp, in imitation. "Why say `Hurrah! Oh, my head'?" "Oh, don't, Pomp. You make me laugh." "Dat right; glad see Mass' George laugh.
We both turned sharply, and Pomp exclaimed in words what I only too gratefully saw "Dah de capen an Mass' Morgan in 'noder boat. Wha my fader too?" I stood up for a moment and waved my hand, and then sat down, and we both pulled our best, after Pomp had grumbled a little, and wanted to let the boat float down alone.
Um shout like dat to noder fock in um wood when um lose umself." "Yes, but that would be at night," I said, wondering whether he was right. "'Pose um lose umself in de day. Make um cry?" "No," I said, thoughtfully. "It is like the cry of the fox, Pomp, but I think it's the Indians making it." "Why Injum cry out like fock when um can cry like Injum?" "To deceive any one who hears them."
"Where are your clothes?" I said, quite disarmed now. "In de tree, Mass' George. Hab noder pull." "No," I said. "Put on your clothes." Pomp threw himself on the ground and began to howl. "What's that for, sir?" "You go tell de capen, and hab poor nigger flog. Ah, Mass' George, you bery cruel young massa." "Get up, Pomp. I'm not going to tell father, but you shouldn't have played me such a trick."
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