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"Get up, I say!" Captain spoke fiercely, and snatched him to foot, but with a groan the man sank back. Then, at last, he talked. "I can't do it. I can't do it. My legs make like they von't vork. You can kill me, but I can't valk." As he ceased, Captain leaned down and pushed back his lips. The teeth were loose and the gums livid. "Great Heavens, what have I done! What have I done!" he muttered.
He turned and went heavily back to the greasy range with the depleted coffee pot, lifted the lid of a kettle and looked in upon the contents with a purely mechanical glance; gave a perfunctory prod or two with a long-handled fork, and came back to stand uneasily behind Weary. "If you poys are goin' to shtand fer dot," he began querulously, "Py cosh I von't!
Dot von't take you long vait a minute I give you dat money." "I should not be of the slightest value, and if you are loaning me the twenty-five dollars on any other basis than the worth of the dressing-case, I would rather not take it." "Oh, I have finished vid de loan. Vot I say I say." He thrust his hand into a side pocket, from which he drew a flat wallet. "And dere is de money.
"Dey can do vot dey like; dey von't get to de bottom of de vell. Dat Villon is sharp; he vill know how to keep his tongue still; dey can prove nothing; dey may give de sack to a stable-boy, or dey may think themselves mighty bright in seeing a mare's nest, but dey vill never come to us." The welsher gave a loud, hoarse guffaw of relish and enjoyment. "No!
"It von't be long that you'll be able to see my crooks vich 'ave been on Figg's conk, and on Jack Broughton's, and on 'Arry Gray's, and many another good fightin' man that was millin' for a livin' before your fathers could eat pap." The company laughed again, and encouraged the old man by half- derisive and half-affectionate cries. "Let 'em 'ave it, Buckhorse! Give it 'em straight!
Weller? inquired Mr. Pickwick. 'He von't begin, sir, rejoined Mr. Weller; 'he knows I ain't ekal to ex-pressin' myself ven there's anythin' partickler to be done, and yet he'll stand and see me a-settin' here taking up your walable time, and makin' a reg'lar spectacle o' myself, rayther than help me out vith a syllable. It ain't filial conduct, Samivel, said Mr.
Tare von't pe no more of old Hanz Toodleburg shoon. You never know'd nothin' pad of old Hanz Toodleburg does you, mine taughter?" "Never, never! Why, Father Hanz, nobody has been saying anything against you," replied Mattie, smiling. "Dar has, too," resumed Hanz. "What I lives for now is mine goot name, and mine poor Tite.
It makes like that from the hard vork always. It is the cold the cold makes it like." With despair Captain realized that he could neither go on, dragging the sick man and outfit, nor could he stay here in idleness to sacrifice the precious days that remained to his partner. Each one he lost might mean life or death. Klusky broke in upon him. "You von't leave me, Mistaire Captain?
I'll trouble you for the loan of five-and-twenty pound. P'raps you may ask for it five minits artervards, p'raps I may say I von't pay, and cut up rough. You von't think o' arrestin' your own son for the money, and sendin' him off to the Fleet, will you, you unnat'ral wagabone?" The elder Mr. Weller, having grasped the idea, laughed till he was purple.
But before he could manage it, the thing was given a toss and up he went, high into the air. "Oh! Mine cracious!" he gasped and came down with a crash, to go up again an instant later. Then up and down went the boy, turning over and over, until he was all but dazed. "Stop! Murder! Fire! Robbers!" he roared. "Let me owid, kvick! I vos turning outsides in alretty! Oh, stop, von't you, blease!"
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