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A joyful grin spread over the battered features of the gladiator as he grasped the Seer's outstretched hand. "Well, dang me but ut's glad I am to see ye, Sorr, in this divil's own land. I had me natural doubts, av course, whin I woke up in the wagon, but ut's all right. 'Tis proud I am to be abducted by ye, Sorr." "Abducted!" The engineer's laugh awoke the echoes in the canyon.
"After the pilot was gone I says tull the mate: 'Uf you dunna know onythun', old mon, for Heaven's sake keep your mouth shut. "'But ye dud smash thot lighter, dudn't ye? says he. "'Uf we dud, says I, 'ut's no your buzz'ness tull be tellun' the pilot though, mind ye, I'm no admuttun' there was ony lighter.
Bring us a better airticle of yer own justice ferst I doan't cayre how crool it is, so ut's justice an' thin preach about God's mercy. I'll listen to ye." Ristofalo had kept his eyes for the most of the time on the floor, smiling sometimes more and sometimes less. Now, however, he raised them and nodded to the clergyman. He approved all that had been said.
Belfast uz a bug sutty, Jummy, an' how would ye be findun' your way? 'By way o' me tongue, says Jummy; 'I'd be askun' the folk I met. 'I told ye ut was sumple, says your father. 'Ut's the very same way my Donald finds the road tull Voloparaiso.
"Of course they will be sorry, Uncle Tex," said Barbara. "It's Good Business, you know, to want your competitor to fail." The old plainsman shook his head. "I sure don't sabe this financierin' game, honey, but I'm stakin' my pile on your dad just the same." "Well," said Pat, "we're all glad on Mr. Worth's account, av course, that ut's over as aisy as ut is.
Oh my time past, whin I put me fut through ivry livin' wan av the Tin Commandmints between Revelly and Lights Out, blew the froth off a pewter, wiped me moustache wid the back av me hand, an' slept on ut all as quiet as a little child! But ut's over ut's over, an' 'twill niver come back to me; not though I prayed for a week av Sundays.
"An' thin an' thin whin the kettle was to be filled, Dinah came in my Dinah her sleeves rowled up to the elbow an' her hair in a winkin' glory over her forehead, the big blue eyes beneath twinklin' like stars on a frosty night, an' the tread av her two feet lighter than wastepaper from the colonel's basket in ord'ly-room whin ut's emptied.
I guess we were bad enough; but you and Casey are the limit." "But look at th' fine excuse both iv thim has," said Mr. Quilty, beaming. "Here's long life an' happiness, an' may yer only troubles be well, well, niver mind th' troubles. There's time enough to think iv them whin they come. Which puts me in mind that I do be forgettin' what I come for. Ut's about Tom. D'ye know where he's at?"
They clog together in pieces as fast as thieves, an' no wan knows fwhat they will do till wan turns informer an' the gang is bruk. But ut begins again, a day later, meetin' in holes an' corners an' swearin' bloody oaths an' shtickin' a man in the back an' runnin' away, an' thin waitin' for the blood-money on the reward papers to see if ut's worth enough.
He paused "but provin' ut's a diff'runt matther. We must foller this up an' get some shtronger evidence yet behfure we make th' break." Suddenly he uttered a hollow chuckle. "Kilbride!" he ejaculated. "Mind his josh that day 'bout it might be me, or Gully? an how Gully laughed, tu, wid th' hand of um like this?" Napoleonic fashion he thrust his huge fist between the buttons of his stable-jacket.
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