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"'I do not, sez I. 'I saw you whin Vulmea mishandled the rifle. But, Sargint, I sez, 'take the wurrd from me now, spakin' as man to man wid the shtripes off, tho' 'tis little right I have to talk, me being fwhat I am by natur'. This time ye tuk no harm, an' next time ye may not, but, in the ind, so sure as Slimmy's wife came into the veranda, so sure will ye take harm an' bad harm.
"I do not," sez I. "I saw you whin Vulmea mishandled the rifle. But, Sargint," I sez, "take the wurrd from me now, spakin' as man to man wid the shtripes off, tho' 'tis little right I have to talk, me being fwhat I am by natur'. This time ye tuk no harm, an' next time ye may not, but, in the ind, so sure as Slimmy's wife came into the veranda, so sure will ye take harm an' bad harm.
"'I will break his head upon his shoulthers av he puts hand on me, sez I. 'I will give him the lie av he says that I'm dhirty, an' I wud not mind duckin' him in the Artillery troughs if ut was not that I'm thryin' for my shtripes. "'Is that all ye will do? sez another. 'Have ye no more spunk than that, ye blood-dhrawn calf?
"I will break his head upon his shoulthers av he puts hand on me," sez I. "I will give him the lie av he says that I'm dhirty, an' I wud not mind duckin' him in the Artillery troughs if ut was not that I'm thryin' for my shtripes." "Is that all ye will do?" sez another. "Have ye no more spunk than that, ye blood-dhrawn calf?"
Dere's fifty cents' vorth of dye in dem shtripes, an' I'll give it you for seventy-five cents! On Broadvay " Spike. "We're gettin' there, Ikey, we're gettin' there; keep on, fifty's the call!" Salesman. "Fifty cents! Oi! Oi! I vould be ruined! A neglegee boosom and turnover cuffs! Vell, vell I'll wrap it up, so an' I make you a present of it for sixty! An' on Broadvay " Spike.
"Here vos a shirt as can't be beat for der money neglegee boosom an' turnover cuffs, warranted shrunk, and all for vun dollar." Spike. "Come off, Aaron, come off! Fifty cents is th' bid!" Salesman. "Fifty cents? Vy, on Broadvay dey'd sharge you " Spike. "Wake up, Ike! This ain't Broadway! And fifty's the limit!" Salesman. "But shust look at dem pink shtripes so vide as an inch!
"It seems rot sending two men mounted for one blooming hobo." "Eyah!" murmured Slavin with suspicious mildness, "'tis th' long toime since I have used me shtripes tu give men undher me wan ordher twice." Yorke flashed a slightly apprehensive glance at his superior's face. Then, without another word, he reached for his side-arms, bridle, and fur-coat. He knew his man.
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