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"Mark that 'fortunately, Sheriff," laughed Morris. "The editor was afraid to mention you alone, so he hitched the State on with you to lighten the load." "Ay!" chimed in another of the gamblers, "and the 'aid and succour of each and every citizen, eh, Sheriff, as if you'd take the whole town with you. I guess two or three'll be enough fer Williams." This annoyed me.
We three'll get along all right in it." "And Sergia?" said the man, with a smile. Uncle William rubbed his head. "Um I'd forgot her, too." The man laughed out. "You don't need to worry. I'm going to lend them my yacht for a trip." "Both on 'em?" asked Uncle William. His puzzled face gazed at the man. "Yes." Uncle William stared. Then the light dawned. "Right off?" he demanded.
Through the second night the creaking of the blocks never ceased, and soon after daylight the three men who had superintended the work without resting took a cup of coffee together in the cabin of the Olaf. "Likely as not," said Captain Cable, setting down his empty cup, "we three'll not meet again.
"Right on your way back to the Flyin' W," said Randerson, as though the discovery pleased him. "I'm goin' to the Flyin' W, too, soon as I see Catherson. I reckon, if you two ain't got no particular yearnin' to go prowlin' around in the timber any longer, we'll all go back to Catherson's shack an' wait for him there. Three'll be company, while it'd be mighty lonesome for one."
Two fingers'll make yo' comfortable an' sociable; three'll raise the devil in yo, an' four'll make yo' dancin' drunk, when yo'll have t' be held down. Yo'll have jest two fingers, an' not a drap more." "Jest another finger, 'Frony. Remember, yo've bin orful rough on me, an' I need more. I'll promise t' be good," pleaded Hackberry. "No, not a drap more'n two fingers now.
"... One for the way it all begun, Two for the way it all has run, What three'll be for I do forget, But what's to be has not been yet.... So holly and mistletoe, So holly and mistletoe, So holly and mistletoe, Over and over and over, oh." Buff, who was singing it, looked over his shoulder, and nodded.
'Number Three'll be off the limber, next jolt, was the answer. 'No, 'e won't. See 'ow 'is foot's braced against the iron? 'E's all right. Dick watched Maisie's face and swelled with joy fine, rank, vulgar triumph. She was more interested in the little crowd than in the picture. That was something that she could understand. 'And I wanted it so!
"What a brute this is of a fraction! Skipjack, what will go in 639 and 852?" "Pulsum, a pulse- volat, flies. Eh! Three'll do it. Or common measure it at once." "Bother common measure. The threes in " "Fama, fame; volat, flies; pulsum, the pulse; cecisse, to have ceased; paternis regnis, in the paternal kingdom. I say wouldn't that rile Perkins like fun?" "The threes in seven- two -in eighteen- "
The music filled the quiet night, rose, in the children's voices, like an invocation to all time. "One for the way it all begun, Two for the way it all has run, What three'll be for I do forget, But what will be has not been yet. So holly and mistletoe, So holly and mistletoe, So holly and mistletoe Over and over and over, oh!" Between songs the children whispered together for a minute.
I'll give you something to sweat the sickness out of you. Stand on one side here!" Rufus Dawes, wondering, obeyed. He seemed heavy and dejected, and passed his hand across his forehead, as though he would rub away a pain there. "Which of you fellows can handle an oar?" Frere went on. "There, curse you, I don't want fifty! Three'll do. Come on now, make haste!"
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