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"Ba'teese " he smiled plaintively "like to talk about Pierre and Julienne. Even though eet hurt." Barry could think only in terms of triteness. "Have they been gone long?" The big man counted on his fingers. "One two t'ree year. Before that bon!" He kissed his fingers airily. "Old Ba'teese, he break the way long time ago. He come down from Montreal, with his Julienne and his Pierre in his arm, so.
Mukoki gazed into his companion's face and his eyes were almost pleading as he laid a bronzed crinkled hand upon the white boy's arm. "You take front man ahead of Wabi," he whispered. "I take other t'ree. See that tree heem birch, with bark off? Shoot heem there. You no tremble? You no miss?" "No," replied Rod. He gripped the red hand in his own. "I'll kill, Mukoki.
Suppose I was drivin' a milk-wagon, gettin' up at t'ree o'clock in the mornin' and workin' like hell how much would I get out of dat? Expectin' every minute some one was goin' tuh fire me. Nuthin' doin' dey can't nobody fire me now. I'm my own boss." "Well," said Jimmy, "your logic sounds all right, but it all depends upon the viewpoint.
"Me tink so!" replied Meerta, with an intelligent nod. "On'y us t'ree here. All de pyrits gone away. Dem sinners on'y come here for a feed p'r'aps for leetil poodre. Soon go away."
Carl had awaited M. Carmeau's praise as the crown of his long flight. But Carmeau pulled his beard, opened his mouth once or twice, then shrieked: "What the davil you t'ink you are? A millionaire that we build machines for you to smash them? I tole you to fly t'ree time around you fly to Algiers an' back you t'ink you are another Farman brother you are a damn fool!
"We must have two chambers for one, two, t'ree day." "All right; we have two that were vacated this morning," replied the clerk, as he led the way to the office, where the Frenchman registered his name, and his residence as in Paris. Christy wrote the name of Christophe Poireau, also from Paris.
"She die," Henri told him on the seventh night. "She starve before she eat in that cage. She want the forest, the wild kill, the fresh blood. She two t'ree year old too old to make civilize." Henri went to bed at the usual hour, but Weyman was troubled, and sat up late.
"Now, tell me," said Cameron, when the smoke had gone on for some time. Slowly and with painful difficulty the youth told his story in terse, brief sentences. "T'ree day," he began, holding up three fingers, "me hear Eagle Feather many Piegans talk talk talk. Go fight keel keel keel all white man, squaw, papoose." "When?" inquired Cameron, keeping his face steady. "Come Cree runner soon."
Hereupon the hermit proceeded to enter into details of the flora, fauna, and geology of his island-home, and to expatiate in such glowing language on its arboreal and herbal wealth and beauty, that the professor became quite reconciled to immediate departure. "But how," he asked, "am I to get zere ven ve reach zee sea-coast? for your canoe holds only t'ree, as you have told me."
"We do great many igloo sometime," continued Maximus, "vid two, t'ree, four plenty pass'ges goin' into von a-doder." "What does he mean by that?" inquired Edith, laughing. "I suppose he means that they connect a number of their igloos together by means of passages. And do they keep them as clean and snug as this, Maximus?"
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