The
sailor picked it up, curiously. A glittering stream of yellow dust ran
out through the crack. The facts of the case dawned upon Jim Cardegee.
"Strike me standin'!" he roared; "'ere's a go! 'Ere's 'is bloomin' dust!
Gawd blime me, an' you, too, Charley, if you don't run an' get the dish-
pan!"
JAN, THE UNREPENTANT
"For there's never a law of God or man
Runs north of Fifty-three."
Jan rolled over, clawing and kicking. He was fighting hand and foot now,
and he fought grimly, silently. Two of the three men who hung upon him,
shouted directions to each other, and strove to curb the short, hairy
devil who would not curb. The third man howled. His finger was between
Jan's teeth.
"Quit yer tantrums, Jan, an' ease up!" panted Red Bill, getting a
strangle-hold on Jan's neck. "Why on earth can't yeh hang decent and
peaceable?"
But Jan kept his grip on the third man's finger, and squirmed over the
floor of the tent, into the pots and pans.
"Youah no gentleman, suh," reproved Mr. Taylor, his body following his
finger, and endeavoring to accommodate itself to every jerk of Jan's
head.
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