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I only hope he'll stick to what he says. Maybe I'd get to see you down there. Tweet said he'd heard that the place they freight to is a live one. Ragtown, he said they called it. That's the kind of a place to make money in. I'd go, if I were you. Go down and make a stake, and then come back to Frisco. Money talks here." "With you?" Said Hiram, slowly drinking in dread suspicion.
We will call you Maia." "Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart as he left the warm countries to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang, "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.
Suddenly the door burst open with a bang, and Heine Schultz filled the little office with the roar of a behemoth: "Oh, boy! Have you seen it? Just come in with the mail! Los Angeles papers! Here, read, man! And then get drunk! I'll help you!" Tweet snatched the paper from him, and his steel-blue eyes bugged at the glaring headlines: Gold! Gold! Gold! Death Valley Gives Up Another Secret.
"I want a sub-grade foreman at seven dollars eight hours! "I want skinners, muckers, hard-rock men for Washington. I want lumberjacks for Washington long job good pay! I want hard-rock men for Alaska the harder the better. And I want " Here Orr Tweet grasped the enthusiast's sleeve. "How about those jerkline skinners for southern California?" he asked. "Saw it in the paper."
While she was wondering who could have used or stolen the starch, down flew the pet sparrow, and bowing her little feathered head a trick which she had been taught by her master the pretty bird chirped and said: "It is I who have taken the starch. I thought it was some food put out for me in that basin, and I ate it all. If I have made a mistake I beg you to forgive me! tweet, tweet, tweet!"
"Just a minute," said the clerk though accepting the money. "This office can't afford to get in bad with big contractors like Demarest, Spruce & Tillou. They've specified A-1 jerkline skinners, to skin eight, ten, and twelve over the desert and mountains. Are you there?" "We are there," replied Orr Tweet. The clerk looked doubtful. "Well, guess we'll have to take your word for it.
Think it over a little longer, Hooker I'm goin' down for a little stroll. But remember before noon to-morrow I've gotta have a definite answer. I've found that Morgan & Stroud send their bunches out every day at one o'clock." Tweet folded his precious paper, crammed it his pocket, and left the room. A few minutes afterward Hiram followed.
He heard a clap of frantic cheering, heard a bullet from the Wimbledon Park stage tweet through the air, and went beating up above the Surrey wastes. He felt a breath of wind from the southwest, and lifted his westward wing as he had learnt to do, and so drove upward heeling into the rare swift upper air. Whirr, whirr, whirr.
"You must bathe your eyes now, dear," said Jo, "for Mr. Tweet is coming to see you pretty soon. He told me so. Now look your best for Tweet has something serious to say to you." She left her then, and an hour later Tweet interrupted Jo and Hiram in Jo's little cabin on the edge of town. He came in and sat down. "Well, Jo," he said, "it's a go.
Tweet tweet tweet!" He chirruped to the baby, as if he had been a family man, and snapped his fingers gaily. Poor Oscar's blue face turned in silent triumph towards me. "What did I tell you?" his look asked. "Did I not say Nugent fascinated everybody at first sight?" Most true. An irresistible man.
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