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Why, lad, 'tw'u'd be like throwin' yer silver into the sea to spend it on them good-fur-nothin', shif'less critters. An' what be the like o' them to you?" "Why," said Ned, coming to Noll's relief, "he want's to do them good. Can't you see through a ladder, Ben? And what we want to know is whether you will do the business?" The skipper was silent for a time.
"Well, havin' been in business twenty-odd year, I kin buy mighty favorable. More so 'n you fellers. All I want's a livin' profit. Tell you what I'll do. I'll take this here contract like this: Goods to be delivered in your camps at actual cost of the stuff and freighting plus ten per cent. We'll keep stock on hand in depots, and deliver as needed.
And it was a tragical and terrible coincidence that the bomb-thrower, driven mad by want, should be guillotined there, in the very centre of want's dominion. But daylight had come at last, for it was nearly half-past four. The distant noisy crowd could feel that the expected moment was drawing nigh. A shudder suddenly sped through the atmosphere.
He made an unpleasant sound in his throat, which I think he intended for an ironical laugh. "Wot you want's a bus," he remarked; "a bus an' a bell an' a ruddy conductor." I came quite close and looked up into his face, smiling. "What you want," I said quietly, "is a damned good thrashing, and if I have any more of your insolence I'll pull you down out of the trap and give you one."
Seems like th' ship done wanted me t' go 'long, an' I'm goin'. I'll take my chances on bein' buried alive. I ain't never seen th' centre of th' earth, an' I want's to 'fore I die. I'm goin' 'long, Perfessor!" "WELL, I'm glad you've decided at last," the professor remarked. "Now come inside and we'll see how the ship works."
"You stay right where you are!" ordered the Colonel, quite in the old way. "Hey?" "That's a bird-song." "Thought so." "Mr. Wolf smelt the cookin'; want's the rest of the pack to know there's something queer up here on the hill." Then, as the Boy moved to one side in the dark: "What you lookin' for?" "My gun." "Mine's here." Oh yes!
"Who lives there?" "A young man with his mother. I forget the name." "Place we want's west," objected Mr. Russell. "You never can tell," said Anonyma. "This place may stand on a salient, facing west. Our search must be thorough." "It's such a lovely walk," said the admirer. "I should be so much honoured if you would let me show you the way. Oh, I say, do you think me very presumptuous?"
That's where this quap comes in; that's why I fell in so readily with what you brought to me week before last. Here we are, we got our option on the perfect filament, and all we want's canadium. Nobody knows there's more canadium in the world than will go on the edge of a sixpence except me and you. Nobody has an idee the perfect filament's more than just a bit of theorising.
'Well, I said, 'what's the matter? 'I want's my bacon, said he. 'Well, you've got it, said I. 'No I aint, said he. 'It's in your tin, said I. 'Taint in my tin, said he. Then I fetched up the cook. We all three searched, and at last we found the bacon in one of the shucks of the beans." The worthy fellow laughed, and so did I, as he ended his story.
He opened the door, shuffled in, and, glancing uncertainly at the old man in the skull-cap, addressed him in a thick, murky voice, as though his words came through a fog. "Do you do you sell additions?" Merlin nodded. "The arithmetic books are in the back of the store." The chauffeur took off his cap and scratched a close-cropped, fuzzy head. "Oh, naw. This I want's a detecatif story."
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