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"Bime-by, come to river and find canoe jump in and paddle fas'; bime-by, 'gain, stop paddling and laugh and shake fist this way, and say 'God-damn." By this I knew that Jennifer had escaped; nay, more; had somehow learned of my escape and was seeking me. "Is that all the chief saw?" I asked. "Ugh! See heap more things: see one thing white squaw no let him tell Captain Long-knife.
It's a different sort, and you'll come to know its value bime-by, and that it ain't the kind of bird you can buy with a bit of bread and a pinch of tea, he says. 'And there's something else you've got to think of that wife of yours. I've been sort of married myself and can feel for you, he says.
I'd never 'a' dreamt she was sick if I hadn't looked 'round a time or two at her poor, burnin'-up face. Then bime-by he brought the supper in, an' when he went to lift her up, she just naturally laid back an' fainted.
But I spoke right up, and sez, "He is a good-hearted creeter, Uncle Sam is, but needs a adviser time and agin, and not bein' willin' to let wimmen have a word to say, I d'no what will become on him; bime-by mebby he'll see that he had better hearn to me."
"No," said Grace, thoughtfully. "Now if we could only get rid of Prudy " Little Prudy pushed back her "shaker," and looked up, showing a pair of flushed cheeks damp with tears. "I don't think you are very polite to me," said the child. "Bime-by I shall go to heaven, and I shan't never come back any more, and then I guess you'll cry."
Spanish Cappen no like King George Cappen. Many ships came and went; sold many skins. One time all go 'way but the Boston ships. Bime-by King George's ships came back and fight the Boston's." "And you kept your good heart all the time? Never killed the Bostons or King George men?"
"All right; that's fixed. By the way, Pietro, did you ever see the princess?" Pietro looked into the bowl of his pipe. "No; she not come here; never." "Hum! I should, if I owned a place like this." "Trouble." "Trouble? How?" "I not know. But trouble she come bime-by." "Rats!" There was not a cloud in the sky, so far as O'Mally could see. And what trouble could possibly befall them?
Never a keel cut those waters, never a sail broke the edge of the horizon, never a feather of smoke spotted the sky where it whitened to meet the sea. Everything was empty vast, unspeakably desolate palpitating with heat. Another week passed. Charlie began to complain that the shark were growing scarce again. "I think bime-by him go away, once a mo'."
"Ye-es, he did want to, my lad," said the old sailor, in the slowest and most provoking way. "He's a wonderful clever man too, is the doctor. See what a beautiful job he's making of your broken timbers; but what does he know about making a raft? This is my job, and bime-by it'll be my job to make a boat, which'll want more thinking about than even this." "Pooh!
I'll be home bime-by, an' Bonny Angel with me. She's come to stay. She belongs, same's all of us. She's a reg'lar Elbower, 'now an' forevermore, like we say in the ring-game; an' some time, maybe, if she wants, I'll let her 'Guardian' you somewhere. Now we're off to grandpa, but we'll be back after a while. Good-bye. Maybe Toni'll let you peddle goobers in my place the rest the day. Good-bye."
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