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Least ways, I've no time now, for I'm off to Laceham. See here now," Bob went on, becoming rapid again, and holding up a scarlet woollen Kerchief with an embroidered wreath in the corner; "here's a thing to make a lass's mouth water, an' on'y two shillin' an' why? Why, 'cause there's a bit of a moth-hole 'i this plain end.
"Never mind the knocking, sir; let's get to 'em 'fore we misses the chance. Now, Neb, lad; ready?" "Ready it is, messmate." "Here you are then; on'y go face downwards." "Would yer? Can't breathe so well if you turns yer fizzy mahogany down." "And yer can't crawl so well if yer goes with it up."
The trapper shrugged his shoulders. "Ba'teese on'y know what they tell heem." "But surely, there must be some mistake about it. You say they are going to start sawing in a month, and that a bigger plant is going up. Do you mean a complete outfit, planers and all that sort of thing?" "So!" Houston shook his head. "For the life of me, I can't see it.
I'm just a-hopin' hopin' I'll wake up bime-by and find it's on'y a bad dream." Then, with sudden and agonizing emphasis: "My God, son! they been butcherin' one 'nother down yonder for four long weeks!" "I can't help that!" was the savage response. "It's a battle to the death, and the smoke of it has got into my blood.
Barring rum, his match were never seen. He were afraid of none, not he; on'y Silver Silver was that genteel." "Well," said I, "that may be so, and so be it; all the more reason that I should hurry on and join my friends." "Nay, mate," returned Ben, "not you. You're a good boy, or I'm mistook; but you're on'y a boy, all told. Now, Ben Gunn is fly.
Some one passed right under the ridge thar, away to the southwest. Guess they wer' travelin' mighty fast too. Why?" "Oh, nothin', Jim, on'y I guess Jake Bond's that same deaf mule you spoke of. He's too fond of gettin' at youngsters, the old fossil. I told 'im as I 'card suthin', an' 'e told me as I was a tenderfoot and didn't know wot I was gassin' about." "Jake's a cantankerous cuss, boy.
"You leave go o' my lodger," ses Bob Pretty. "You leave go o' my great-uncle my dear great-uncle," ses Henery Walker, as the old gentleman called 'im a bad name and asked 'im whether he thought he was made of iron. I believe they'd ha' been at it till closing-time, on'y Smith, the landlord, came running in from the back and told them to go outside.
'Divvle a thing, says I. 'Whin we made ye free, says I, 'we opened up all these opporchunities to ye, says I. 'Go on, says I, 'an' enjye th' wealth an' position conferred on ye be th' constitootion, I says. 'On'y, I says, 'don't be too free, I says.
What yer tinks ob dat now?" "Why, co'se she ain't," said Nimbus. "Don't see how she could be. Yer always jes dat peart an' jolly dat nobody couldn't git put out wid yer." "Tink so, Bre'er Nimbus? Wal, now, I'shures ye dat yer couldn't be wuss mistaken ef yer'd tried. On'y jes' dis mornin' Marse Sykes got put out wid me jes de wus kind." "How's dat, Berry?"
Baron then closed all business relations and sent over the man's belongings. Perkins became a perplexing problem to Mr. Baron and his household and a terrible tradition to the negroes, who regarded him as a haunted man. Every day and night passed in quietness after his departure enabled them to breathe more freely and to become more assured that he "wuz de on'y one de spooks arter."
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