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I know it by their ways. Don't lose a stroke, Snowy. We may tire 'em out yet." "Nebba fear fo' me, Massa Brace!" replied the Coromantee. "A keep pullin' so long's de be a poun' o' trength in ma arms, or a bit o' breff in ma body. Nebba fear!" It might appear as though the crew of the Catamaran were now contending against fate, and without hope.
"As I say, 'tis a widow-woman, and she had money, it seems fifty poun' a year or so; and that was all he was after. They were married in a great hurry; and then she told him that by marrying she had lost her fifty poun' a year. Just fancy the state o' my gentleman's mind at that news! Never such a cat-and-dog life as they've been leading ever since! Serves him well beright.
It'll be fifty poun' i' yer pooch, and a plenty o' rouch ploys that the like o' you young fallows likes, though I canna say I wad like sic things mysel'. Only I'm an auld wife, ye see, and that maks the differ." "Nae that auld, Mistress Leslie," said Cupples, "gin ye wadna lee."
Truly, as the sheriff had said, "desperate characters will take desperate chances." "If yer open yer head or call out or make a noise wid yer feet or poun' de side o' de car or start a-bawlin' I'll brain ye, ye hear? Nobody gets me alive. An' if anybody comes in here 'cause o' you makin' a noise and cryin' fer help, yer'll be the fust to git croaked see?"
At a loss completely, Kirkwood found no words. He dropped his head, considering. "Not at the price," the sullen voice iterated; and he looked up to find the cunning gaze upon him. "How much, then?" "Five poun' I'll have no less, for riskin' my life this day." "Impossible. I haven't got it." In silence the man unshipped the tiller and moved toward the cleats. "Hold on a minute."
It was impossible to feel any alarm when they were here under the protection of these two men, both of them warriors, who had seen encounters of armed men, not to mention hundreds of meetings with wild beasts. "Well," said Rob to Moise, "you must be tired with all that load." "Non! Non!" said Moise; "not tired. She'll been leetle boat, not over hondred-feefty poun'. I'll make supper now, me."
The rest of us eyed him, envious of his learning. Joe finished the sum. "Well?" from Dad. Joe cleared his throat. We listened. "Nine thousan' poun'." Dave laughed loud. Dad said, "Pshaw!" and turned his face to the wall. Joe looked at the slate again. "Oh! I see," he said, "I did n't divide by twelve t' bring t' pounds," and laughed himself. More figuring and rubbing out.
"Let me gang, wuman, wi' yer reid draigons! I'll hairm naebody. The puir idiot's no muckle the waur, an' I'll tak mair tent whan I fire anither time." "Wiser fowk nor me maun see to that," answered Janet. "Hoots, wuman! it was naething but an accident." "I kenna; but it'll be seen what Gibbie says." "Awva! his word's guid for naething." "For a penny, or a thoosan' poun'."
"Mistress Catanach," interrupted Malcolm, turning and facing her, "gien I be un'er ony obligation to you, it's frae anither tongue I maun hear't. But I hae an offer to mak ye: Sae lang as it disna coom oot 'at I'm onything better nor a fisherman born, ye s' hae yer twinty poun' i' the year, peyed ye quarterly.
Then I'll jump out, 'Right yer are, guvner, sez I, and with that he 'ands me up the other two poun' ten and the extry half-suvering. I fobbed it and whipped up the old 'oss. Next moment we was around the corner, and a-drivin' as if we was a trying to ketch a train. Then we comes to a little side street, an' I slows down.
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