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The first man passed on with a gruff, "Oh, all right," but he had left an example behind him that few of his fellow passengers ignored. "T'ank you, mum," mumbled the Flopper, as the money dropped into his hat. "God reward you, sir.... Ah, miss, may you never know a tear.... 'Twas heaven brought you 'ere to-night, lady." They passed, following the guide.
Dick rose, red and confused. Then he climbed into the jinrikisha, trying to ignore the smiles of the man. Yuki Chan, with her hands joined just below her sash, bent her body like a half-shut jack-knife. "Arigato arigato," she said politely, as she bowed again and again. "Him say t'ank you," interpreted the jinrikisha man. "Good-by," called Dick. "Don't forget be good!"
"Bress de Lord! bress de Lord fur savin' ye!" she ejaculated, fervently, as she bent down over her tea-pot which was spouting odorous jets of steam from its place on the hearth; "'pears like dar wouldn't be nuffin left in dis ole house ef de sea had swallered ye, Mas'r Noll. Don't ye t'ank de Lord?" she asked, peering up into the boy's sober face.
Hagar's seen it; she knows what dat yer sea is, an' t'ank de Lord, he's let ye come out of it alive. Mas'r Dick, why don't ye t'ank Him fur savin' ob yer boy fur ye?" "Hush!" said Trafford, his face growing gloomy; "find Noll some dry clothes, Hagar. Quick, woman!" "Yes, in a minnit, Mas'r Dick; quick's I ken git dis yer ole candle lit.
"Perhaps, Aleck. If you wish, I'll speak to father about it." "T'ank yo' werry much, Massa Sam!" "But you must promise one thing," put Tom, who was listening to the talk. "Wot is dat?" "You won't run off and marry the widow Taylor when you get back." "Huh! I'se done wid dat trash!" snorted Aleck. "She kin mahrry dat Thomas an' welcome. I don't want her or her chillun neither!"
His stoical gravity made Varney smile. "You do a good cigar. That one of yours has one foot in the grave, hasn't it?" "T'ank you, boss." "By the way," he added casually, struck by a thought, "Mrs. Carstairs must live on this street somewhere, doesn't she? Which way?" "Same way as yer party went. Last house on de street Remsen Street. Big white one, up on a hill like."
"T'ank, ladies," he murmured. "If I can get a bite to eat and rest up " "'Rest up!" The shrill jeer of a newsboy broke in upon his pathetic speech. "Rest up again on the Island! That's the kind of a rest up you'll get, y' big tramp." "Can't you see the man's sick?" The stoutest one turned indignantly upon the newsboy. But the scoffer held his ground. "'Sick? Sure he's sick!
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