Part 6 (1/2)
After a ti slowly back and forth, was dropped deftly where it had previously lain The breast pocket holding the grain-leather notebook and the photograph of David Dawson Rand was buttoned as it had been, and the notebook bulged the cloth slightly as before But the contents of that book and the pictured face of Rand noere sta smile curled the heavy mouth of Schwandorf And softly, so softly that none could hear it but himself, sounded the ironical benediction of Schwandorf:
”Sleep well, _offizier americanisch_! Dream on, poor fool! In time you ake up _Ja_, you ake up!”
CHAPTER V
INTO THE BUSH
Sleepy eyed and frowzy haired, with shi+rt unbuttoned and breeches and boots unlaced, Tied from his iron-walled cell into the cool-shadowedover their arettes, stretched his hairy arishly to the table
”Yow-oo-hum!” he yawned ”Ain't they cute! All dressed and shaved like they was goin' to visit the C O And here's pore Timmy Ryan lookin'
like a 'drunk and dirty' jest throwed into the guardhouse, and feelin'
worse Top o' the ents!”
”Same to you, Tim,” McKay nodded
”Who hit you?” asked Knowlton, squinting at bumps and scratches on Tim's forehead
”nobody Couple fellers tried to, but they was out o' luck Oh, I see what ye ittin' to bed”
”Waves ht Better drink so and black”
”Thanks, Looey 'Twas kind of an active night, at that”
”I heard you co in your room?”
”Faith, I done soed work--I pulled a belly sot to tame that ha and the only way I could hold it doas to unhook it and lay it on the floor”
”Sleep well then?”
”I did not Cap, I thought I knowed somethin' about cooties, but I take it back--I never knowed nothin' about theht
Where they come from I dunno, but I'll tell the world they co I'll eat 'eot ye could stick in a flea's eye
Lookit here”
He extended an arm dotted with swollen red spots
”Ants!” said McKay, after one glance ”Ants, not cooties They're everywhere Especially under the floor That's one reason why folks sleep in hammocks down here Even then they're likely to come down the haht o' that And I'd sooner spend another night fightin' all the s It's the little things that count, as the feller said when his wife give hiht by Thoht frohed heavily
”Who tried to hit you?” Knowlton persisted
”Aw, I dunno Two-three fellers took swipes at s Me and Joey went to a place where they's card gae sports can git action Joey offers to buy, and does Stuff tastes kind o' ot any American beer They have It's bottled and waroes down so slick I buy another round, and then one er on the third round That ether Then I think uess what them seven bottles o' suds come to in American money”