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"Maybe he got t'rough to Brig Tickle, sir, an' from the Tickle he'd be headin' for Witless Bay this very minute." The skipper shook his head. "There bain't a man on the coast could live t'rough a flurry the like o' that widout he found shelter," he replied. "He bes dead somewheres widin t'ree or four mile o' Chance Along, ye kin lay to that, Nick."
Mulford off; then we can come back to the brig, and get on board ourselves, and let the mate sail away in the boat by himself. On this plan nobody will run, and no wages be mulcted." "But dat take time and an anchor-watch last but two hour, surposin' even dat'ey puts all t'ree of us in de same watch."
Hoffman, "and I know dey vill knit if you gif dem a chance. If all goes vell she vill valk again in t'ree months." "I'd like to see you do it," said Dr. Lord. "Patience, my friend," said Dr. Hoffman, "first ve make a little plaster cast." When Mrs. Brewster came in the afternoon she found a strange doctor in command and Dr. Lord and the nurses obeying his orders as if hypnotized.
"Dere ain't no loose-box for de simple child o' nature on de Belt Line, wid de Paris comin' in an' de Teutonic goin' out, an' de trucks an' de coupe's sayin' things, an' de heavy freight movin' down fer de Boston boat 'bout t'ree o'clock of an August afternoon, in de middle of a hot wave when de fat Kanucks an' Western horses drops dead on de block.
"One of those fellows. A coon. They left him on guard with a gun, so that I shouldn't get down." "Ah, I met a coon beating it down de stairs. I guess dat was him. I guess he got cold feet." "Then there's nothing to stop us from getting down." "Nope. Dat's right. Dere ain't a T'ree Pointer wit'in a mile. De cops have been loadin' dem into de patrol-wagon by de dozen." John turned to Betty.
Pete sniffed in scorn of the uninitiated. "Well, nemmine why! You do like I tells yer, or yer'll git yer eggercation wid a brick. Now den! One two t'ree! Hump it, bo!" They humped it, making the other alley's mouth by a margin slim indeed, followed by human howls and a clattering volley of sticks and stones. "Good gracious!" the Persian gasped, as they streaked through the alley's filth.
Then, suddenly he came to life, and leaped to David's side. "Diable! Tonnerre! You have not fight Concombre Bateese yet!" he howled. "Non, you have cheat me, you have lie, you have run lak cat from Concombre Bateese, ze stronges' man on all T'ree River! You are wan' gran' coward, wan poltroon, an' you 'fraid to fight ME, who ees greates' fightin' man in all dees countree! Sapristi!
He does not speak t'ree, four word to you the whole time on the boat. You, who have been the idol of the young gentilhommes of New Orleans you, who have been worship'! Now, it is not one man, and it is not another, although ma 'tite fille, she is alone, here in this desert execrable. Bah! It is for you to disspise that M'sieu Eddrang. He is not grand homme. Come. I take you back to New Orleans."
Suddenly he had become hostile, lividly vicious; he laughed a shrill cackle in her face, his nose wrinkled like a dog's. "No good to me," he said. "T'ree shillin' poof! For free shillin' here you buy-a free drink. For room an' dinner you pay-a one pound. Take-a your t'ree shillin' away; I don't vant-a you an' your free shillin'. You get out go walk-a in da street."
How much is three times four? And dem all answer: 'T'ree times four is twelve. And he say: 'May de Twelve Apostles pray for me! Den he ask: 'Class in geography how far is it roun' de world? And dey answer: 'Twenty-four t'ousand miles. He say: 'Good; it is not so far to God! De school is over all de time, he say. And dat is only everything of poor Mathurin. He is dead.
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