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Chapter IV
BecauseFreckleswasIrish,itwasimpossibletodoitsilently,sopresentlyhiscleartenorrangout,thoughtherewerebadcatcheswherehewashardpressedforbreath:
“ItwastheDutch.ItwastheDutch.
DoyouthinkitwastheIrishholleredhelp?
Notmuch!
ItwastheDutch.ItwastheDutch——”
Wessnerturnedandmumbled:“Whatyoufollowingmefor?Whatareyougoingtodowithme?”
FrecklescalledtheLimberlosttowitness:“How’sthatfortheingratitudeofabeast?Andmetroublingmesilftoshowhimoffmeterritorywiththehonorsofwar!”
Thenhechangedhistonecompletelyandadded:“Belikeit’sthis,Freddy.Yousee,theBossmightcomeridingdownthistrailanyminute,andthelittlemare’ssowheedlesomethatifshe’dcomeontoyouinyourprisintstateallofasudden,she’dstopthatshortshe’dsendMr.McLeanoutovertheearsofher.Nodisparagementintindedtothesinseofthemare!”headdedhastily.
Wessnerbelchedafearfuloath,whileFreckleslaughedmerrily.
“That’sasampleofthethanksagenerousact’salwaysforgetting,”hecontinued.“Here’smeneglictin’meworktoeschortyououtproper,andyousayingsuchawfulwordsFreddy,”hedemandedsternly,“doyouwantmetosoapoutyourmouth?Youdon’tseemtoberealizingit,butifyouwastobuckintoMr.
