It was the Dutch.
Do you think it was the Irish hollered help?
Not much!
It was the Dutch. It was the Dutch----"
Wessner turned and mumbled: "What you following me for? What are you
going to do with me?"
Freckles called the Limberlost to witness: "How's that for the
ingratitude of a beast? And me troubling mesilf to show him off me
territory with the honors of war!"
Then he changed his tone completely and added: "Belike it's this,
Freddy. You see, the Boss might come riding down this trail any minute,
and the little mare's so wheedlesome that if she'd come on to you in
your prisint state all of a sudden, she'd stop that short she'd send Mr.
McLean out over the ears of her. No disparagement intinded to the sinse
of the mare!" he added hastily.
Wessner belched a fearful oath, while Freckles laughed merrily.
"That's a sample of the thanks a generous act's always for getting," he
continued. "Here's me neglictin' me work to eschort you out proper, and
you saying such awful words Freddy," he demanded sternly, "do you want
me to soap out your mouth? You don't seem to be realizing it, but if you
was to buck into Mr.
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