Part 3 (2/2)
It'll quiet down after a while”
For a ti abstractedly out at the dark One by one the domestic aniht The jungle din, too, seeh perhaps this was because the ears of the h the discordant symphony boomed the voice of Tim
”By cripes! I knohat folks mean when they talk about a howlin'
wilderness Always thought 'twas one o' theers o' speech, but I'll tell the world it ain't no joke! Gosh!+ Think of all the things that's layin' out there and bellerin' and waitin' for us pore li'l' fellers to coit et up”
”You'll find the sas in the cities up home,” said Knowlton, a bit cynically ”Different bodies and different methods of attack, but the same merciless aniators in dinner jackets--hunting-cats and vampires, painted and powdered--and all the rest of it”
”Yeah Ye said a rub on the table Mebbe we better hop to it before the flies git it all”
After a glance at the vicious attack already begun by the aforesaid flies, the pair adopted Tiestion and hopped to it Manfully they assailed the rubbery jerked beef, black beans, rice, farinha, and thick, black, unsweetened coffee which co with chunks of the h to oose stepper”
The heads of the other two involuntarily moved a little Then their necks stiffened and they continued eating Tiht at a burly, black-whiskered Teuton who had halted in the outer doorway And Tie as he gazed at the khaki shi+rts, the broad shoulders under them, and the unmistakably Irish--and hostile--face of Ti the hard stare of the red-hairedto the door of his own rooht to that room he marched with heavy tread He opened the door with a kick, shut it behind hilanced at one another
”Say what ye like,” gruuy don't hold no mush party I don't like his map I don't like his manners And he looks too un after surrenderin' I was in hospital three months D'ye mind that time, Looey?”
Knowlton nodded He remembered also that Tim, shot down from behind and almost killed, had reeled up to his feet and bayoneted histhe second time Wherefore he replied:
”He isn't the sarients want to chew the fat with this feller I'le Nabisco Whoozis Then I won't be round here to ht be a good idea,” McKay conceded
”There he is now, the li'l' darlin'! Hullo, Joey, old sock! Stick around a minute while I scoop a few more beans Be with ye toot sweet--vite--presto--PDQ”
Wherewith he demolished the rest of his rinning army of Remate de Males a buffet on the shoulder, and vanished into the night A h the nocturnal racket in an i:
”We're in the jungle now, We ain't behind the plow; We'll never git rich, We'll die with the itch
We're in the jungle now!”
CHAPTER IV
THE GERMAN
The door of the German's room opened The German came out and marched to the table Two paces away he halted and faced the Americans, ready to speak if spoken to, equally ready to sit and ignore thereeted
McKay and Knowlton rose