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His hand shook so some of the sthuff shpilled. His face was loike a corpse. He shtarted to dhrink. Put it to his lips.
"Yes!" said Lee, "he pulled in las' night t' catch th' nine-thirty down t' Calgary. He ain't back yet." "Fwas he " Slavin checked himself abruptly "fwhat toime did he get in here?" "'Bout nine." "Fwhat toime 'bout fwas ut whin this racket shtarted up betune Windy an' Larry?" "Oh, I dunno, Sarjint! 'bout nine, may be as I say I "
That an' a taste of this aqua vitae here, which, the saints be praised, I took the precawshin to put in me pocket afore we shtarted on this blissid and excoitin' skermoish, this will very soon fetch back a little loife into the plucky little beggar ag'in!"
We was all three together from the toime we shtarted till we got back, and it's the love av God that we ever got back at all. And it's breaking me hearrt, sorr, to see HIM goin' round with the black looks of everybody upon him, and he a-twirlin' his moustache and purtending not to mind." "What do you mean?" said Peter, uneasily.
"Thin come a foine loud rattle av glass, an' out t'rough a windie come th' half av a chair, follyed be a len'th av shtovepoipe an' a grane glass wather-pitcher. "Fer me own part, Oi'd seed such loike brick-a-brack befoor, an' besides Oi remimbered a dhrink Oi hadn't tuk earlier in th' evenin', so Oi shtarted workin' me way to th' back av th' crowd, th' bether some wan ilse c'd see.
Slowly the gentle voice took up the tale anew: "We made ut, bhoy th' Post or nigh tu ut . . . in th' break av th' dawn. . . . For wan av th' dogs yapped an' they come out an' found us in th' snow. . . . Yorkey, wid his arrums round th' neck av me as if he wud shtill dhrag me on . . . . an' cryin' upon th' mother that bore um. . . . Tu men in damned bad shape tu shtiffs . . . . an' but three dogs lift out av th' six-team we'd shtarted wid. . . . So now ye know; lad! . . . Fwhat think ye? . . ."
"That's how th' man's throuble shtarted. Brought ut all on umsilf. Course at th' toime, fwhy! she slapped th' face av um an' called um all manner av harrd names but, all th' same! she must have liked ut, for while they was convalescin' she was everlashtingly sendhin Nobby notes an' flowers an' such like.
Also your cords were entangled. You haf' been tugging but no good. You could not manage ze balloon, and anuzzer power than yours prought you to us. Is it not so?" Bert thought. "Also where is ze laty?" "'Ere! what lady?" "You started with a laty. That is evident. You shtarted for an afternoon excursion a picnic. A man of your temperament he would take a laty.
His bist friend saw ye in your canoe afther ye shtarted wid th' girrul. Ye're in fer it, Ben, me bhoy, onliss ye turrun roight-about-face an' do pwhat ye can fer th' girrul an' to have the indacint rascals pwhat shtole her poonished." "Sit down," invited the redskin, motioning toward the ground at his side. "We talk it over." O'Toole accepted the invitation and squatted on the ground.
"Ye see, afther ye wint away that night I jist lay down an' got a bit iv a shnooze, an' in the mornin' I shtarted for me owld horse. It was a big thramp to where ye lift him, and comin' back purty slow, I picked up a few shticks and put intil the wagin for me owld woman pine knots an' the like o' that.
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