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"I like it better," Snac replied, with candor, "when th' odds is on t'other side. I like to be a bit better than t'other chap." "You like to win? That's natural. But you like to deserve a bit of praise for winning; eh?" Reuben walked away with the rescued Joseph at his side. Joseph was as yet unconscious of his rescue, and was fully bent upon his message to the earl.
"Me, mum!" said the persecuted child, standing with his feet wide apart, and bending first one knee and then the other, and then bending both together. "The governor's out, is he?" "He's only just gone," returned his mother. "But, Snac, you'll only anger him, comin' in i' this way. You'd better wait a bit and let things blow over."
And what answer made young Snac to this?" "Young Snac," said Reuben, "was equal to his day.
What you say: we go snac'?" "I haven't got any use for that money. You needn't talk to me about it." "Got no h'use! are you a reech man? Got you' private car waitin' for you out in d' sagebrush? Sol' a mine lately?" "I don't know why it strikes you so funny. It's no concern of mine if a man puts his money in the ground and goes off and leaves it." "Goes off and die!
"Sin Joseph Beaker this mornin', Mr. Eld?" he asked. "No," said Snac. "What about him?" "His lordship's gi'en him a set o' togs," said the old rustic, "an' he's drunker wi' the joy on 'em than iver I was with ode ale at harvest-time." "Aha!" cried Snac, scenting a jest. "Wheer is he?"
"Well, sar! Look here! You fin' you'self so blame indifferend s'pose you so indifferend not to say nothing 'bout this, when my swamper fellah git in. I don' wish to go snac' wis him. I don' feel oblige'. See?" "What you want to pester me about this money for!" The old man was weary. "I didn't come here, lookin' for money, and I don't expect to take none away with me. So I'll say good-night to ye."
"Well, bless my soul!" said Snac, in feigned astonishment, "it's Mister Beaker. Send I may live if I didn't tek him for the Right Honorable th' Earl o' Barfield! Thee'st shake hands with an old friend, Mr. Beaker? That's right. Theer's nothin' I admire so much as to see a man as refuses to be carried away with pride." Joseph shook hands almost with enthusiasm.
"Why, theer he is!" said the rustic, and turning, Snac beheld Joseph Beaker at that moment shambling round the corner of the graveyard wall, followed closely by the youth of the village. The Earl of Barfield had kept his promise, and had bestowed upon Joseph a laced waistcoat a waistcoat which had not been worn since the first decade of the century, and was old-fashioned even then.
"Look here, Joseph," continued Snac, opening his trap wide, "you go and tell him. 'My lord, says you a-speakin' like a man, Joseph, and a-lookin' his lordship i' the face as a man in a suit of clothes like them has got a right to do 'my lord, you says, 'you're as mean as you're high, says you. 'What for? says he.
"Theer, theer!" he said, after kissing her off-hand. "Tek it easy." "Oh, Snac!" cried his mother, "if father should come in what should we do?" "Do?" said the younger Sennacherib, "why, set me down afore the kitchen fire, an' mek me happetizin' afore he sets to work to eat me. How be you, mum?"
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