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"I hav' the feeling that it is for me to find the los' M'sieu' Tom. I hav' travel many times over the country w'ere he get los' an' I know it, every tree an' stone. It is a wil' place, an' the men up there know not'ing but cut down trees. Very t'ick in the 'aid." Jean tapped his gray head significantly, better to demonstrate the vast stupidity of lumbermen in general.
I don' know what I'd ha' done if I'd lost a leg, same as some of them other poor jossers in th' hospital!" The motor ride was another source of gratification to Briggs. Seated beside me, the wind beating on his sightless orbs, he discoursed of the wonders of petrol. "Proper to take you about, them cars. W'ere are we now? 'Ave we far to run, like?"
"Right-O! Myke it weepy now! Slow march!" "I want to go 'ome! I want to go 'ome! Jack-Johnsons, coal-boxes, and shrapnel, oh, Lor'! I don't want to go in the trenches no more. Send me across the sea W'ere the Allemand can't shoot me. Oh, my! I don't want to die! I want to go 'ome!" It is one of the most plaintive and yearning of soldiers' songs.
"You'll be gittin' too fond of 'im, if y'ain't careful, Joe," she said at last. "Git work; wot's troublin' yer?" said Jonah, with a grin. "Nuthin'; only I was thinkin' wot a fine child 'e'd be in a few years. It's a pity 'e ain't got no real father." "Wot d'yer mean?" said Jonah, looking up angrily. "W'ere do I come in? Ain't I the bloke?" "Well, y'are an' y'ain't, yer know," said Mrs Yabsley.
"W'ere from?" contemptuously. "There ain't no taxi-rank 'ere in 'Yde Park." Nan looked hopelessly round. Cars and taxis, some with luggage and some without, went speeding past her, but never a single one that was empty. "Oh" she turned desperately to her driver "can't you do anything? Run down and see if you can hail one for me. I'll stay by the taxi." He shook his bead.
The crowd moved, and Pinkey wriggled to the other side. "I'll cum wid yer, if yer feel lonely," said Chook as she passed. "Yous git a move on, or yer'll miss the bus," cried Pinkey, as she passed out of sight. When Chook worked his way back to the corner, little Joe Crutch and Waxy Collins stepped forward. "W'ere the 'ell 'ave yer bin?
Out of the confused murmuring, a soft voice spoke clearly: "Hello, New York. I got your party. What's the matter?" A nasal voice gave answer, apparently at Carlisle's elbow: "Well, be ca'm, little one. You people got the rush-bug worsen some full-size cities aintyer? Butt out and gimme a chanst. Hello! W'ere arey'r, Bassadoors!" "Here I am," said Bassadoors. "Miss Heth?" "I am Miss Heth."
"Never mind w'ere I glommed it, Scully," was the retort. "De point is, are youse guys in on helpin' me lick up a growler?" The other tramp had risen, and spoke for both as he strode toward the door. "Lead us to it, Thumbscrew," he swaggered portentously; "lead us to it, ol'-timer!" And the door slammed behind the three. Hiram glanced back at the man behind the newspaper.
Harris wrenched the lantern from Riggs's hand and hurled it into the sea, and, as the briny spume closed over it, it went out with a spiteful, protesting hiss. "'Ere's w'ere we bloody well get the two of 'em," said Long Jim, who was within a dozen paces of me. "Give 'em the knives as they come along in the black, Bucky." "No knife-play for me with Harris he's got a gun," said Buckrow.
There's bin no end a' sbirros them's the pleecemen, you know miss scourin' the country after them; but don't look so scared-like, cushla, for they ain't found 'em yet, an' that feller Bacri, who, in my opinion, is the honestest man among the whole bilin' of 'em, he's bin an' found out w'ere they're hidin', an " here the seaman's voice descended to a hoarse whisper, while his eyes and wrinkled forehead spoke volumes "an' he's put me in commission to go an help 'em!"
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