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I'll walk behind you and rest this gun-barrel on your shoulder, p'inting forward so. Keep your lantern well up so's I can see things ahead of you good. I'm going to march in on Noakes and take him and jug the other chaps. If you flinch well, you know me." "Ay-ay, sir."
I ses "Oh!" "I'm afraid I shall 'ave to get rid of it," he ses. "It's on the barge now. My missis won't 'ave it in the 'ouse any more cos it bit the baby. And o' course it was no good p'inting out to 'er that it was its first bite. Even the law allows one bite, but it's no good talking about the law to wimmen." "Except when it's on their side," I ses.
'If his hoss holds, an' he don't swerve none from the direction he's p'inting out in when he fades from view, he's goin' to be over in the San Simon country by to-morrow mornin' when we eats our grub; an' that's half way to the Borax desert.
"I was simply p'inting out that our accommodation for passengers is kinder limited; and I'm puzzled to know where I can stow you all away. The inconvenience 'll be yourn, stranger, not mine. There's reasons, you see, why I should keep possession of my own cabin; and there's reasons, too, why the mate should keep possession of his'n.
"Well, sir, you oughter have seen that Malay gang's faces light up! They all bust out a grinning and laffing, and Whiskers fairly hugged me and then Hammond. Then he made one of the Malays take the wheel instead of me, and sent another one into the fo'castle after something. "But I was curious, and I says, p'inting toward Lobelia's island: "'Ooman your wife?
An' it wa'n't ther same bunch thet went back east what come from thar see thet split hoof! thar ain't no split hoof p'inting ther other way but yere is the mark of the critter thet puts her foot down so fur outside thet we've been a trailin' from Sheridan, an' she's p'inting east, an' being led. Now, let's see whar the bunch went from yere with thet split hoof."
"'There, says I, p'inting with the whip, 'is Dooley's Pillar, so called because a man by the name of Dooley, helped only by his widow, stood off eight ravagin', tearin' savages there for three weeks. "'Good-ness gra-cious! says Percival. 'And did they escape? "'The Injuns? Oh, yes; they got away. "'No, I mean the Dooleys.
First she comes up to me and taps me on the chest and says, ''Edge. Then she goes creeping round the room on tiptoe, p'inting out of the winder all the time as much as to say she was pertending to walk through the woods. Then she p'ints to one of the stumps we used for chairs and screeches 'AMMOND! and fetches the stump an awful bang with the club.
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