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Ye'll find the laddies, Missus, and Miss Beuly, and Miss Maud, and ye'll give my humble respects to 'em all divil the bit, now, will ye be overlooking either of the t'ree, but ye'll do yer errand genteely and like a laddy yerself and ye'll give my jewty and respects to 'em all, I tells ye, and say that Michael O'Hearn asks the honour of being allowed to wish 'em good morning."
Dey hit me in t'ree places, an' I fell down an' rolled inter a ditch by de roadside, kinder under de weeds like. Atter a while I sorter come ter myself an' crawled off fru de weeds ter de bushes. Nex' day I got a chance ter send word ter mammy, an' she come an' nussed me till we managed ter slip away from dar." "Poor Nimbus!" said Mollie, weeping. "You have had a hard time indeed!"
But we likes thumping on the head not skinning it." "That your fashion my fashion take scalp. You thump; I skin which best?" "Augh! skinnin' is a dreadthful operation; but shillaleh-work comes nately and nat'rally. How many of these said scalps, now, may ye have picked up, Nick, in yer last journey?" "T'ree all man and woman no pappoose. One big enough make two; so call him four." "Oh!
"I's seen 'em hangin' alibe on dem hooks for hours. But dat's nuffin to what some on 'em do. Look dar; you see dat ole man a-sittin' ober dere wid de small t'ings for sale him what's a-doin' nuffin, an' sayin' nuffin, an' almost expectin' nuffin? Well, I once saw dat ole man whacked for nuffin or next to nuffin on de sole ob his foots, so's he couldn't walk for 'bout two or t'ree mont's."
"No long yarns, my man!" protested the officer, as Quimp seated himself in the stern sheets as though he intended to tell a long story. "Yes, massa; told you all about it in a bref. De wind done blow fresh from de norf-west for t'ree days; dat's what Massa Cap'n Stopfoot say," Quimp began. "No matter what Captain Stopfoot says!" Christy interposed.
It took the shape of a cruise in a fishing boat, in which he and three companions "t'ree senhores, t'ree gentilmen" had run into weather and been blown out to sea, there to be rescued, after four days of hunger and terror, by a steamship which had carried them to Aden and put them ashore there penniless. It was here that his tale grew vague.
"All right, José, then listen: Are there any horses here?" The old man's eyes held a gleam of intelligence. "Cavallo, señor. One, two, t'ree horse over heel." "Oh, over the hill, are they?" said Jack to himself, then aloud: "You come and show them to me." "Mocho easy to find," protested the Mexican. Jack smiled to himself. He had been right, then. The old man was trying to trick him.
It's three miles to their camp. We can't leave him here. There are wolves all around and the brutes always attack anything wounded." The Indian solved the problem. "Huh!" he grunted contemptuously. He took up his long hunting-knife. "Wolf this!" He drove the knife to the hilt into the ground. "You go my fadder come. T'ree Indian," holding up three fingers. "All right! Good!"
I said, for Margaret kept silent. "And de oberseer, he say leastways he swore, he did, dat his will should be what is done on dis plantation, and he wouldn't have no such work. He say, dere's nobody to come togedder after it be dark, if it's two or t'ree, 'cept dey gets his leave, Mass' Ed'ards, he say; and dey won't get it." "But what did he do to Darry?"
"Who is he?" demanded Williams, who had been looking on sourly while the engine-despatcher chalked his name on the board for the night run with the service-car. "Ay couldn't tal you his name. Bote he is dem young faller bane goin' 'round hare dees two, t'ree days, lukin' lak preacher out of a yob. Vouldn'd dat yar you?"
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