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"Yais, sah, Massa Tom, heah I is!" answered the voice of the negro, but it came from an entirely different direction than that in which the shadowy figure had been seen. "Where are you, Rad?" called the young inventor. "Right heah," was the reply, and the colored man came from the direction of the stable. "I were jest out seein' if mah mule Boomerang were all right.
"Yais," went on the Frenchman, leaning forward across the table, and speaking with an emphasis that was like an insult. "You sink there in the sand. I stop and save you. I stop, you see, although the men from Macequece coom after me and want to kill me." "But I don' run away; I don' say to you, 'I can' stop. You go down; you die. I don' say that. I stop. I save you.
On de tide, floating up to anchor, so close you hear de men talkin' on de fo'c'sle head, and dey hear de people ashore girl singin', perhaps and smell de trees." "Do they, though?" "Yais. Dat night I go out to fish in de boat ah, dat night! a girl was singin', and her voice it float on de bay all round me.
"I guess the boat is safe. Have you seen Professor Snodgrass lately, Ponto?" "Yais, sah, I done saw him 'bout half an hour ago. He were huntin' around de' lower end ob de garden, after some web-footed grasshoppers, I t'ink he said." "Web-footed lizards," corrected Ned. "Yais, sah, dat's what it were. Web-footed lizards an' horned toads. Golly, I hopes he don't cotch none when I'se around!"
"Yais, sah, Cunnel, I knows it, sah," replied the aged negro, with a low bow. "But yo' see, I done found mah li'l Missie what I'se been lookin' fo' so long! Dat's why I come heah!" "Great Scott! Have you been bothering some of the women visitors?" cried the soldier and, wheeling about on his heel, he hurried into the dungeon, which Alice had just decided to leave.
He climbed back to his seat under the wagon umbrella, and, as he started his team again with great cracks of his long whip, turned to the painters still at work upon the sign and declared with some defiance: "Sieben yahr; yais, sir, seiben yahr I hef been on dis rench. Git oop, you mule you, hoop!" Meanwhile Presley had turned into the Lower Road. He was now on Derrick's land, division No.
He's allers askin' a blessin' on his shoes, or his rubbers, or his necktie." "Oh, you mean Mr. Wakefield Damon." "Yais, sah, dat's who I done means. Mr. Wakefull Lemon dat's sho' him." At that moment there sounded, within the house, the voices of Mr. Swift, and some one else in conversation. "And so Tom has decided to make a run to the Quaker City in the BUTTERFLY, to-morrow," Mr.
An' when it is time dey bring me de leetle fish like-a de gold, all fresh, an' de leetle bread-cakes, yais, an' de wine." "That's the style," approved a seaman. Though they did not cease to eat, they were all listening. Tales of food and drink are always sure of a hearing in the fo'c'sle.
At least they gave the alarm. Guess I'll ask Eradicate how he happened to notice. Oh, I say, Rad!" Tom called to the colored man. "Yais, sah, Massa Tom! I'se comin'!" the darky cried, as he finished piling up, at a safe distance from the fire, a number of cans of carbide. "How'd you happen to see the red shed ablaze?" Tom asked. "Why, it was jest dish yeah way, Massa Tom," began the colored man.
I knows dish yeah place laik a book, even if I cain't read. Where all does yo' all want t' go? Oh, wait a minute, though. Hole on! I done got t' ax yo' all some questions. Hab yo' all seen any photographers round 'bout yeah?" "Photographers?" repeated Paul. "Yais, sah! I done passed a steamer yist'day, an' dey all on board was monstrous peeved 'cause dey done lost der photographer.
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