Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter VI
HoovenwaswearinganoldfrockcoatofMagnusDerrick’s,thesleevestoolong,theshouldersabsurdlytoowide.HeandCutteratonceenteredintoanexcitedconversationastotheownershipofacertainsteer.
“Why,thebrand——”
“Ach,Gott,derbrendt,”Hoovenclaspedhishead,“ach,derbrendt,dotmaksmelaughsomelaughs.Dot’sgoot—derbrendt—doandIseeum—shoorderboolemitderbleckstarbeidervore-headindermiddleoaf.Anysomeonesyouesktellyoudotismeinboole.Youeskanysomeones.Derbrendt?Tohellmitderbrendt.YouaindtgotsomememorieaboudtdoestingIguessnodt.”
“Pleasestepaside,gentlemen,”saidyoungVacca,whowasstillmakingtheroundsofthefloor.
Hoovenwhirledabout.“Eh?Whatden,”heexclaimed,stillexcited,willingtobeangryatanyoneforthemoment.“Doandyoupushsoh,you.ItinkberhapzyoudoandOWNdosebarn,hey?”
“I’mbusy,I’mverybusy.”Theyoungmanpushedbywithgravepreoccupation.
“Twoquarts’n’ahalf.Twoquarts’n’ahalf.”
“Iknowbetter.That’sallrot.”
Butthebarnwasfillinguprapidly.Ateverymomenttherewasarattleofanewlyarrivedvehiclefromoutside.Guestafterguestappearedinthedoorway,singlyorincouples,orinfamilies,oringarrulouspartiesoffiveandsix.
