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"If I can get your money back for you will you stay on here till the busy season is over?" "Sure," Enrico cried; "sure. I notta geevadam how long I stay, you getta my mon', Mr. Perlmutt. I stay here one, two, t'ree years." "All right," Morris said; "put on your coat and go back to Mulberry Street. Your banker will of opened up again by the time you get there."
Ba'tiste bent beside him to examine the rusty spike, then hurried to a minute examination of the rest of the tree. "And another," came at last. "And more!" Four heavy spikes had revealed themselves now, each jutting forth at a place where the tree had split. Ba'tiste straightened. "Ah, oui! Eet is no wonder! See? The spike, they have been in the tree for mebbe one, two, t'ree year.
Perhaps dey change deir mind. See! here come de captain and Senhor Silva, and de t'ree young gentlemen. Dese niggers t'ink you white spirit, and no dare hurt you." By this time the rest of our party had come up, and great was the surprise of the hunters when Senhor Silva addressed them in a language they could understand.
"T'ree time first fall," replied the old Indian quickly. "A hundred and fifty miles in three days and one night. I don't believe that is far out of the way. Then, according to the map, we should still be a hundred miles from the third fall." "And we're not more than twenty-five!" declared Rod confidently. "Let's build a fire and go to bed. We'll have enough to do to-morrow hunting gold!"
Then it was time to fish again, and the flies danced merrily over the water, and the great speckled trout leaped eagerly to catch them. For trolling all day long for lake-trout Jacques had little liking. "Dat is not de sport," he would say, "to hol' one r-r-ope in de 'and, an' den pool heem in wid one feesh on t'ree hook, h'all tangle h'up in hees mout' dat is not de sport.
It must be a long time since you saw your people." "Saw! Even I haf' not heard for t'ree year. Eight years ago I fled away. Even before America is in ze war I haf' no letters. Ze Zhermans tear zem up! Ah, no matter. When it is all over and ze boundary line is back at ze Rhine again zen I will see zem. My pappa, my moother, my seester Florette " His eyes glistened and he paused.
"And you think, then, Jaap's prisoner has had a hand in this, and that the war-path is open to revenge as well as public service that we are hunted less for our scalps than to put a plaster on the Huron's back?" "Sartain. T'ree canoe go by on lake t'at Muss, you call him know him, well. He no want sleep till back get well. See how he use nigger!
"Put down rifle go near and talk. You go priest go young chief go that t'ree. Then t'ree warrior lay down rifle, come talk, too. Prisoner wait. All good." This was sufficiently intelligible, and believing that anything like hesitation might make the condition of Guert desperate, we prepared to comply. I could see that the Rev. Mr.
"Yes?" responded the landlady; "well?" leaning against a bedpost and smiling with infantile diffidence, "you dunt want no ref'ence?" "No," said John, generously, "oh, no; we can trust each other that far, eh?" "Oh, yes?" replied the sweet creature; then suddenly changing countenance, as though she remembered something. "But daz de troub' de room not goin' be vacate for t'ree mont'."
You enters inter an' agreement wid me dat yer don't blow dis t'ing, ur I don't tell yer." "What if I want to tell a particular friend?" "Yer don't tell him. Dat's all. I had ter pay t'ree hunderd dollars ter learn dis, an' sign a 'greement dat I wouldn't give it erway. Jem Mace tort me dis trick w'en I sparred wid him in Liverpool. He says ter me, says he: 'Buster, ye're a boid, dat's wot ye are.
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