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An' from that toime on till he wint down undher th' logs we wuz loike two brothers ondly more so." "Pretty good man, was he?" "A-a-h, there wuz a man!" Fallon's big fist banged noisily upon the table, and his blue eyes lighted as he faced his employer. "Misther Appleton, ye losht a man phwin th' greener wint undher.
If ondly me frind, Bill, wuz here sure, there wuz th' foine lad!" Appleton pulled at his gray mustache and regarded the other thoughtfully. "You knew him well this Bill?" he asked. "Oi wuz th' fur-rst whoite man he seen in th' woods th' day he stud knee-dape in th' shnow av th' tote-road, lukin' down at th' carcass av D'ablish.
"I think I'll just let the boss believe I'm still in the river until after I have had a talk with Appleton. By the way, Daddy, how are you fixed for money?" "Sure, Oi got more money thin a man ought to have money in th' bank an' money in me pocket take ut an' welcome" he tossed a thick wallet onto the table "ondly ye won't have to go to Minneapolis.
Oi'd 'a' gone to hunt ye, ondly Oi know'd phwin th' toime suited ye ye'd come here; so Oi waited. "Set by now er th' grub'll be cowld. They'll be toime fer palaverin' afther." When the dishes had been washed and returned to their shelves the two seated themselves and lighted their pipes. "You say Creed returned to Hilarity and told of having seen me?" asked Bill.
There har nod one poss'bil'ty fo' me to be dad guardian of you' daughteh!" Madame Delphine started with surprise and alarm. "There is ondly one wad can be," he continued. "But oo, Miché?" "God." "Ah, Miché Vignevielle" She looked at him appealingly. "I don' goin' to dizzerd you, Madame Carraze," he said. She lifted her eyes. They filled.
He leaned forward in his chair, punctuating his remarks with stabs of a huge forefinger upon the other's knee. "Misther Appleton, Moncrossen hated um! An' ivery man along th' river that day knows that av ut wuzn't fer Moncrossen, th' greener'd be livin' this minit ondly we can't pr-roove ut.
"Sur-re, Oi know'd ye wuz didn't Oi see ye go undher th' logs wid me own eyes? An' didn't th' jam go rippin' an' tearin' into th' rapids? An' c'd on-ny man live t'rough th' loike av that? Oi know'd ye wuz dead till Oi seed Creed. Thin Oi know'd ye wuzn't. But Moncrossen don't know ut nor on-ny wan ilse, ondly me.
There har nod one poss'bil'ty fo' me to be dad guardian of you' daughteh!" Madame Delphine started with surprise and alarm. "There is ondly one wad can be," he continued. "But oo, Miché?" "God." "Ah, Miché Vignevielle " She looked at him appealingly. "I don' goin' to dizzerd you, Madame Carraze," he said. She lifted her eyes. They filled.
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