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He lie in the stern and Noey try to help him, but the sea was fearful. I couldn't hear him speak. Noey the coon here hear him speak. "'Are you a-dying, old man? I asks. "Noey says he answer that he was." "Yessah, h-h-he done spoke that he w-w-was."
"Oh, yessah. I kain't help dat nohow. I done licked her dis mawnin', fust thing I done. She's a heap more humble and con-trite now." At this Eddring grumbled and turned back to his work. Still Jack hesitated. A certain gravity sat on his face.
After the usual preliminaries the judge inquired: "Why did you hit this man?" "Jedge, he called me a damn black rascal." "Well, you are one, aren't you?" "Yessah, I is one. But, Jedge, s'pose somebody'd call you a damn black rascal, wouldn't you hit 'em?" "But I'm not one, am I?" "Naw, sah, naw, sah, you ain't one; but s'pose somebody'd call you de kind o' rascal you is, what'd you do?"
"He said to p-p-put a st-st-stone over D-Davy's grave," says the lad The man turns on the boy. The brows beetle. The mouth gives a squaring movement, significant beyond words. The listener still waits. "And then," says Corkey, "he whisper his good-bye to you. 'Tell her good-bye for me. That's what he said, you moke!" "Yessah." Esther Lockwin grasps those short hands.
The managers persist. "No use o' your chinning us! Go on, now!" The heroes escape from their persecutors. The mind of Corkey reverts to the parlors of Esther Lockwin. "Great Caesar!" he exclaims. "Yessah!" "Steer me to a bar!" A few moments later Corkey leans sidewise against a whisky counter, his left foot on the iron rail, his hand on the glass.
He-oh-he! Golly, that was a big one!" "Yessah!" "You're Noah. Good name! Fine name! Where's Ararat? He-oh-he!" "Never seed a-a-airy-rat." "Bail, you moke! Don't you give me more o' your lip! Bail, you little devil! Don't you see he-oh Godsakes! Lookout! Bail, all you fellers! Other side! Quick! It's no good! Hang on! All you fellers." The boat is turning. Hands grasp the gunwale.
He got suthin very pertickler fo' Miss Jinny." "Do you know him?" Clarence demanded. "No sah yessah leastwise I'be seed 'um. Name's Robimson." The word was hardly out of his mouth before Virginia had leaped down the four feet from the porch to the flower-bed and was running across the lawn toward the shrubbery.
"Yessah," said Breed, dramatically, rolling the whites of his eyes. "Where?" "Whah? Down on de riveh bank at Temple Bow in de ea'ly mo'nin'! Dey mos' commonly fights at de dawn." Breed had also told me where he was in hiding at the time, and that was what troubled me. Try as I would, I could not remember. It had sounded like Clam Shell.
Jim, Hans, Bendin, an' Frenchy an' a lot more are fo' doing' somethin' with him. Yessah, dey is dat. Hab a leetle nip 'fore yo' goes?" I took one and went back to the quarter-deck. The speck to leeward showed a bit of storm canvas flying, and we soon could make out she was a large ship hove to like ourselves on the port tack.
But at that moment there was one within the stable from whom he had not guarded it. "Yes yessah!" he said hesitantly. And as he said it he would have given anything he had if he could have laid his hands upon that self-same key. Frank smiled at him. "But I suppose you'll let me have a look at her." "Yes yessuh in a in a minute, suh." Layson was annoyed. "Why not at once?"
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