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"I am afraid I will have a hard time living up to Captain Fronte's standard," laughed Bill, as he adjusted his bandages. "Well, thin, Oi'll tell yez th' fir-rst thing Captain Fronte'd done phwin his two feet hit th' flure: he'd roar fer a dhrink av good liquor.
He had her stretched out phwin wid a flash an' a growl, she was at um, an' wid wan clap av th' jaws she ripped away face an' half th' scalp. "They found um wanderin' blind on th' lake ice an' carried um to Skelly's phwere he died in tin days' toime av hydrophoby, shnarlin' an' bitin' at folks till they had to chain um in th' shtoreroom."
An' phwin ar-re ye goin' to be marrit? For, av she's proud av ye, ye'll marry her but av she takes ut as a mather av coorse let some wan ilse git stung." Bill regarded the old man sharply, but in his bearing was no hint of jesting nor raillery, and the little eyes were serious. "Yes, there was a girl," said Bill slowly; "but she she does not know." "So ye've had a scrap wid her, too!
An' phwin 'tis over an' he picks himsilf up out av th' shnow an' wipes th' blood from his eyes her blood f'r he comes out av ut widout scratch nor scar D'ablish lays at his feet dead as a nit." Fallon gazed triumphantly into the incredulous faces of the men, and, with a smile, added, "'Twas thin Oi dhrug her be th' tail to th' sled, afther shmashin' her head wid th' axe to make sure."
Apparently satisfied, he returned again to where Bill was standing. "Come on in th' bunk-house, now," he said. "I want to locate Shtromberg an' wan or two more. We'll sit around an' shmoke a bit, an' phwin they begin rollin' in ye'll ask me phwere is th' van, fer ye must have blankets an' phwat not.
No wan hadn't seed um, an' they clum aboord th' thrain, cursin' an' swearin' vingince on Creed phwin they caught um. "Thin, maybe it's two wakes afther, we wuz settin' in Burrage's phwin th' dure bust open, an' in come Rad Cranston loike th' divil wuz afther um. "'They's a woild man, he yells, 'come out av th' woods, an' he's tearin' things up in Creed's cabin!
"My toime was up phwin he was kilt, an' Oi quit. F'r Oi niver 'listed to rot in barracks. Oi wint back to Kerry an' told his mither, th' pale, sad Lady Constance God rist her sowl! that sint foor b'ys to th' wars that niver come back an' wud sint foor more if she'd had 'em.
"Oi'd no more thin tur-rned around phwin wid a whoop, 'tw'd wake th' dead, out t'rough th' windie come th' domnedest-lukin' cryther this side av Borneo, a wavin' over his head wan av th' owld lady Creed's rid cotton table-cloths an' niver another stitch to his name but a leather belt wid about six inches av pants a hangin' onto ut, an' a pair av corked boots.
But, moind ye, phwin th' bird's-eye shtar-rts movin' ye don't notice nothin, or some foine avenin' ye'll turn up missin'." "What is this bird's-eye thing?" asked Bill. "What has it got to do with Moncrossen and me?" The Irishman considered the question and, without answering, walked to the corner of the bunk-house near which they were standing and peered into the black shadow of the wall.
An' as fer th' tin cup he'd dhrink from a batthered tomaty can or a lady's shlipper, an' rasp th' dhregs from his t'roat wid a cur-rse or a song, as besht fitted th' toime or th' place he was in." The old man began to pour out the liquor: "Say phwin," he cried, "an' Oi've yit to see th' McKim 'twud hurry th' wor-rd."
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