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Updated: June 29, 2025
In a brief time it was then near three o'clock a white flag, at the end of a boarding-pike, fluttered over a British deck. D'ri, who had been sitting awhile, was now up and cheering as he waved his crownless hat. He had lent his flag, and, in the flurry, some one dropped it overboard. D'ri saw it fall, and before we could stop him he had leaped into the sea.
When D'ri was very positive, his words were well braced with negatives. We took the painter by the hind legs and dragged him through the bushes to our camp. The dog had a great rip across his shoulder, where the claws had struck and made furrows; but he felt a mighty pride in our capture, and never had a better appetite for a meal.
We mounted reeling knolls, and coasted over whirling dips, and rushed to boiling levels, and jumped foamy ridges, and went galloping in the rush and tumble of long slopes. "Let 'er rip!" I could hear D'ri shouting, once in a while, as he flashed up ahead of me. "Let 'er rip! Consarn 'er pictur'!" He gave a great yell of triumph as we slowed in a long stretch of still, broad water.
He had a look of worry and disgust. He was out for a quarrel, though the surgeon said he was in more need of physic, having the fever of malaria as well as that of war. He stood there, tall and handsome, in a loose jacket of blue nankeen, with no sign of weakness in him, his eyes flashing as he looked up at the sky. D'ri and I stood in the squad at the bow gun.
"'T won't work. Come up here 'n' set down." "Stop foolin', man," said the adjutant. "I ain't a-foolin'." "He ain't a-foolin'; he means business," said one of the prisoners. "Don't ye tamper with me. I 'll teach you " the adjutant threatened. "Ain't a-goin' t' tamper with ye a minute," said D'ri. "If ye don't set down here quick, I 'll put a hole in ye." "Lunatic! wha' d' ye mean?"
There they began to skin them, for the bounty was ten dollars for each in the new towns a sum that made our adventure profitable. I built fires on the farther side of the sheep, and, as they brightened, I could see, here and there, the gleaming eyes of a wolf in the darkness. I was up all night heaping wood upon the fires, while D'ri and my father skinned the wolves and dressed the deer.
There, presently, I got back my senses and stood leaning on his broad shoulder awhile. A wind was blowing, and we could hear a boat jumping in the ripples near by. We could see nothing, it was so dark, but D'ri left me, feeling his way slowly, and soon found the boat. He whistled to me, and I made my way to him. There were oars in the bottom of the boat.
I could hear nothing but the drip of water; I could feel the arm of D'ri about me, and I called to him, and then I felt him stir. "Thet you, Ray?" said he, lifting his head. "Yes," I answered. "Where are we?" "Judas Priest! I ain' no idee. Jes' woke up. Been a-layin' here tryin' t' think. Ye hurt?" "Guess not," said I. "Ain't ye got no pains or aches nowhere 'n yer body?"
"All I want," D'ri was saying, "is a piece of iron, with a sharp end, half es long es yer arm." He made no answer, that big, sullen, bull-dog man who brought our food to us. When he had gone, D'ri lay over and began laughing under his breath. "His thinker's goin' luk a sawmill," he whispered. "Would n't wonder ef it kep' 'im awake nights. He was askin' 'bout thet air tew thousan' dollars.
My heart was like to smother me when D'ri raised his rifle and took aim. The dog broke away at the crack of it. The painter reeled and spat; then he came crashing through the branches, striking right and left with his fore paws to save himself. He hit the ground heavily, and the dog was on him. The painter lay as if dead. Before I could get near, Rover began shaking him by the neck.
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