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"This is Vincent Burgess," the young man replied. "Dennie home?" the father asked. "Yes, sir," came the curt answer. "Who? Who bring her home? Vic Burleigh?" "I brought her home. She is a good girl, too." In spite of himself, Burgess resented the shame of such a father for the capable, happy-spirited daughter. "Yesh, Dennie's good girl, all right." Then a silence fell.
"Both winders, I tell you, and both lookin'-glasses," vowed the man. The other four fellows declined to express an opinion for the very good reason that two were asleep and two befuddled beyond questioning. "See here, Louis," I exclaimed, "there's only one way to tell where to throw that bottle." "Yesh, Rufush," and he came to me as if I were his only friend on earth.
Our friend looked round and glared at the man, and felt that it was impossible that this occupation should be continued under his eyes. "Yesh; it was likely. How do you like Monte Carlo? You have plenty of money plenty!"
"Yesh!" said Byers thickly, "my first wife shelected and picked out fer your shecond wife by your first like d d conundrum. How wash I t'know?" he said, with a sudden shriek of public expostulation "thash what I wanter know. Here I come to talk with fr'en', like man to man, unshuspecting, innoshent as chile, about my shecond wife! Fr'en' drops out, carryin' off the whiskey.
"Never mind, old pet!" said I, soothingly, "uncle will ride you on his foot." "But I want my dolly's k'adle, tawse my dolly's in it, and I want to shee her!" "Don't you want me to tell you a story?" For a moment Toddle's face indicated a terrible internal conflict between old Adam and Mother Eve; finally curiosity overpowered natural depravity, and Toddie muttered, "Yesh!"
"He hash eshcaped!" cried the Jew. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. "Yesh," replied Abraham. "I vent to de New Prish'n, and on wishitin' his shel vid de turnkey, vot should ve find but de shains on de ground, de vinder broken, and Jack and Agevorth Besh gone." "Damnation!" cried Jonathan, stamping his foot with uncontrollable rage. "I'd rather have given a thousand pounds than this had happened.
He stabbed a white man, Culver, Government man and you Piutes know all about it. Indians know where an Indian hides. This man has broken the law. He's got to pay. I want your men to get him." Old Captain Sides was standing before his house. He was tall and dignified. "Yesh he's broke the law," he agreed. "Mebbe my boys, they's get him." That was all, but a strange thing happened.
"Hillo!" was the reply. "Make more sail, sir, and run into the body of the fleet, or I shall fire into you: why don't you, sir, keep in the wake of the commodore?" No answer. "What meant you by hauling your wind just now, sir?" "Yesh, yesh," at length responded a voice from the merchantman. "Something wrong here," said Mr. Splinter.
"Also, to the Philosopher, bread-and-dripping is as interesting and desirable prog as the voluble-varied heterogeny of the menu at the Carlton or the Ritz 'specially when you've no choice." "Hear, hear," put in Dam. "Goatey ol' Goate!" said Trooper Bear with impressive solemnity. "Give me your hand, Philossiler. I adore dripping. I understan' it. I write odes to it. Yesh.
Nat got some absorbent cotton and adhesive plaster. "Been drinking again, hadn't you?" "Yesh," Pete admitted with a leer of drunken cunning. "But she druv me to it." He was quiet for a moment. "Mish'r Duncan," he volunteered cheerfully, "you ain't got no idee how lucky y'are y'aint married." "Is that so?" Nat returned with the dressings. "No idee'tall."
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