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"Yes," said Tom Long, "and the krises are just the same as dirks." "Well, bother all that!" cried Bob. "I told him we'd both come to-morrow, and bring guns, and he's going to get some prog, and half-a-dozen beaters; and we'll have a jolly day." "But," said Tom Long, dropping his official ways, and speaking excitedly, "he didn't ask me!" "He said he'd be delighted to know you. He likes Englishmen."
This was a sad damper to our heroes, who returned to the castle with their prog untouched and no great appetite for dinner. Being only a family party, when Mrs.
'Did he no say he was comin' back? Macgregor asked rather irritably. 'He never said a word to me. I didna notice him gang: I was that ta'en up wi' the picturs. But never heed, she went on cheerfully; 'it's a guid riddance o' bad rubbish. I wonder what's next on the prog 'But this'll no dae! He he's your frien'. 'Him! Excuse me for seemin' to smile.
Faix, I've made up my mind that there is goold in Callyforny and that wan Larry O'Hale is distined for to make his fortin' there so I'll throuble ye for another hunk o' that pottimus, or wotiver ye call it. Prime prog it is, anyhow."
They commonly select some pretty island in the bay, or shady retired spot on the main land, for the general rendezvous, where they light a fire, boil their kettles, and cook the vegetables to eat with their cold prog, which usually consists of hams, fowls, meat pies, cold joints of meat, and abundance of tarts and cakes, while the luxury of ice is conveyed in a blanket at the bottom of one of the boats.
You will have to creep out with the prog and the spears, and the krises when they comes, which we shall have all ready, while I'm feeding him, and then go on yourself giving him some bread which we will save up for him. I shall join you, and tell him to kneel down; up we gets. You will crawl on and hold on by the ropes while I settle down with my legs under his ears.
An' then you 'oofs it a bit and resties a bit, and some one gives you something to 'elp you along the road, and in the evening you 'as a glass of ale at the Publy Kows, and finds another set o' green bed curtains. An' on Saturday you gets in a extra lot of prog, and a Sunday you stays where you be and washes of your shirt."
"Get your prog, my lads, and then go to sleep. And look here, don't you either of you try any games, or maybe you won't see daylight again."
Before we were half down the street, even Bates had no thought left of deserting, and we all four pressed on, each determined not to be last. The fugitive Prog kept his course to the market, but there doubled suddenly and bolted down Side Street. That was where he lived; he was going to run into his hole then, like a rabbit.
"All right, call it gammon," I said, stooping to tighten my boot-laces. "Roast duck for dinner, Tanner, to-morrow." Barkins rushed on deck, leaving me with Smith, and the next minute he was back again. "It's all right, Smithy," he cried; "and they're shoving in a basket of prog for the beggars." "What!" yelled Smith.
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