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I wanted to salivate Wes'cott wunst, and he throwed my pistol into the lake." What to do about going to see Isabel? Albert knew perfectly well that he would be obliged to visit her. Isa had no doubt heard of his arrival before this time. The whole village must know it, for there was a succession of people who came on the hotel piazza to shake hands with him.
They turned him off this week fer drinkin' too steady, and he's tryin' to make a finish of his money and Smith Wes'cott too." Charlton and Gray sat down to supper at the long table where the Superior Being was already drinking his third cup of coffee. The exquisite privilege of doing as he pleased was a great stimulant to Charlton's appetite, and knives and forks were the greatest of luxuries.
He looked more wild and savage than usual. "Hello! my friend," said Charlton heartily. "I'm glad to see you. What's the matter?" "Well, Mister Charlton, I'm playin' the gardeen angel." "Guardian angel! How's that?" "I'm a sorter gardeen of your sister. Do you see that air pistol? Hey? Jist as sure as shootin, I'll kill that Wes'cott ef he tries to marry that angel. I don't want to marry her.
How does that go? Wonder how it feels to be a thief? He! he! he!" Somehow the voice and the words irritated Albert beyond endurance. He lost his relish for supper and went out on the piazza. "Git's riled dreffle easy," said Jim as Charlton disappeared. "Fellers weth idees does. I hope he'll gin Wes'cott another thrashin'." "He's powerful techy," said the Poet. "Kinder curus, though.
Mister Wes'cott," said Dave, growing red, "you're a-makin' a little too free." "Oh! the Shawnee chief shouldn' git mad. He! he! by George! wouldn' git mad fer ten thousand dollars. I wouldn', by George! you know! he! he! Ef I was worth ten thousand dollars live weight, bide and tallow throw'd in, I would "
"No, I won't, Ben; you sit still, and I'll stand on the shore and cheer." Just as the boat was about to leave her moorings, Smith Westcott came up and insisted on getting in. "'Twon't do, Mr. Wes'cott. 'Ta'n't safe," said the helmsman. "I jest begged Mr. Charlton not to go. She's got a full load now." "Oh! I don't weigh anything. Lighter'n a feather. Only an infant.
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