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Use your teeth so!" said he, laying the blade of the knife in his own teeth to show me how; and he slipped the thing into hiding under my armpits. "The warriors they come back to-day," he warned. "You wait till we are far, then cut quick, or they do worse to you than to La Robe Noire! I leave one horse for you in the valley beyond the beaver-dam. Tra-la, comrade, but not forget you.
From the words he had overheard in the next room he was sure that the decisive hour of life had just struck for the girl, and there she was stitching her flannel and singing about "Alpine horns, tra-la!" She ought to have known, he thought, without hearing.
"Tra-la, old tombstone! Good-by, my mausoleum! Au revoir, old death's-head! Adieu, grave skull!" With an absurdly elaborate bow, he reeled back among the dancers. "Get up, comrade," I urged, rushing into the tent, where the old trader I had questioned about my canoeman was now snoring. "Get up, man," and I shook him. "There's a Hudson's Bay spy!"
The desolate sky was one thick, impenetrable mass of swiftly flying clouds. When they swung out upon the long pike leading due north, Wallace drew his breath with a gasp, and bent his head to the wind. "Pretty strong, isn't it?" shouted Mattie. "Oh, the farmer's life is the life for me, tra-la!" sang Herman, from his shelter behind the seat. Mattie turned.
"I long for the sun!" retorted the child defiantly. There was a creaking of timber out in the yard. The child ran out and opened the door leading to the gallery. It was only the people opposite, who were tearing a step away. But then came mother, with a tin pail in her hand, and a bundle under her arm; and there was something in the pail it looked heavy. Tra-la- la! And the bundle, the bundle!
I pay my devoirs to the lady, ha, ha I owe her much I pay you both back with one stroke, one grand stroke. Little Fellow, he watch for spring surprise and help us both! Swoop snitch snatch snap her up! 'Tis done tra-la!" and Louis drew up for all the world like a tiger about to spring, but the priest drew him down.
"Oh, the farmer's life is the life for me, tra-la!" sang Herman, from his shelter behind the seat. Mattie turned. "What do you think of Penelope this month?" "She's a-gitten there," said Herman, pounding his shoe heels. "She's too smart for young Corey. She ought to marry a man like Bromfield. My! wouldn't they talk?" "Did y' get the second bundle of magazines last Saturday?"
If you ever pass by the Brown Haberdashery, on Twenty-third Street, drop in, and I'll buy you a lunch." "Tra-la! Where did you get that checked suit? And I'll bet you flag the train out at Glendale, where you live, with that tie. Oh, you Checkers!" "Some class to me, eh, kiddo?" "Oh, I wouldn't say that." He leaned closer.
I was determined to follow my uncle's advice and play the rascal at his own game. "Help you up?" said I, as pleasantly as I could, extending my hand to give him a lift; and I felt his palm hot and his arm tremble. Then, I knew that Louis was drunk and this was the fool's joint in the knave's armor, on which Mr. Jack MacKenzie bade me use my weapons. "Tra-la!" he answered with mincing insult.
The receiver was clamped down over his ears, a half dozen switches were sent, snap, snap, snap. There followed a dead silence. Then in a shrill boyish voice, together with the baritone's renewal of his song, there came: "I want the world to know that I am a wireless operator, op-er-a-a-tor. Hoop-la! Tra-la!" Curlie smiled in spite of his vexation. He acted quickly and with precision.
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