Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           Nevercouldhefeelinsympathywiththem,norwiththeirlives,theirways,theirmarriages,deaths,bickerings,andallthemonotonousroundoftheirsordidexistence.

           “Well,youmustbequickaboutit,Bismarck,”heansweredsharply.“I’mlatefordinner,asitis.”

           “Soh,now.Twominuten,undIbemityou.”Hedrewdowntheoverhangingspoutofthetanktotheventinthecircumferenceofthecartandpulledthechainthatletoutthewater.Thenheclimbeddownfromtheseat,jumpingfromthetireofthewheel,andtakingPresleybythearmledhimafewstepsdowntheroad.

           “Say,”hebegan.“Say,Iwanttohefsomeconverzationsmityou.YoostdermenIwanttosee.Say,Caraher,hetolemedismorgen—say,hetolemeMist’rDerrickgowuntofarmderwholedemnrenchhisselufdernextyahr.Nomoretenants.Say,Caraher,hetolemealldertenantsgetdersach;Mist’rDerrickgowuntoworkderwholedemnrenchhisseluf,hey?ME,Igetdersachalzoh,hey?Youhefhearaboutdoseting?Say,me,Ihefonderranchbeensiebenyahr—sevenyahr.DoIalzoh——”

           “You’llhavetoseeDerrickhimselforHarranaboutthat,Bismarck,”interruptedPresley,tryingtodrawaway.“That’ssomethingoutsideofmeentirely.”

           ButHoovenwasnottobeputoff.Nodoubthehadbeenmeditatinghisspeechallthemorning,formulatinghiswords,preparinghisphrases.

           “Say,no,no,”hecontinued.“Me,Iwantastaybeiderplace;sevenyahrIhefstay.Mist’rDerrick,hedoandwantdotIshouldbege-sacked.