Part 53 (1/2)
”I'ive you a character to rights! Mind, it'll make you look small”
”The sh, and no otherinnocent all the time, the scandal won't even fizz ona rise out of everyone that believes the yarn; and I'll live it down in good time Now lay your plans carefully, Moriarty, anddefinitely settled, I soon dearded other liabilities, was by no means desperate; and his elastic te, that he has never broken his anti-gae; also, that o and catch my horses,” said I ”Can you come?”
”Hold on,” replied Moriarty; ”here coed out of the front door of the hut, the cook went out by the back door, and gathered an arlided back into the hut, and, a moment later, the cook also re-entered, at the opposite side Then the prince bounded out through the front door, with a triurin on his brown face, and an enorar in his hand The next h the open door, smote HRH full on Love of Approbation, ricochetted froainst the weatherboard wall of an out-house
”Will yo ever go ho up his hat, while the baffled cook recovered his stick, and returned to the hut
”Nohat's the use of arguing that a blackfellow belongs to the human race?”
queried Moriarty--the last ripple of trouble having vanished from the serene shallowness of his mind ”That ould have laid one of us out
And did you ever notice that a blackfellow or a half-caste can always clear hi a whitefellow thinks about, when he feels his horse gone, is to get out of the way of what's coer that he's pinned Never so with the inferior race
Now, last Boxing Day, e had races here, we could see that thechestnut, belonging to a cove on a visit to the boss--with Toby in the saddle; and that grey of M'Murdo's, Admiral Crichton, with”----
”Repeat that last name, please?”
”Admiral Cry-ton That slews you! Did n't I tell you you'd be cutting yourself? It's M'Murdo's own pronunciation; and if he doesn't know the proper twang, I'm dash well sure you don't; for he owns the horse
But wasn't it a curious coincidence of na that neither the owners nor the horses had everJack was to ride Admiral Crichton; and I had such faith in the horse, with Jack up, that I plunged thundering heavy on hio, the ot--in fact, we could see there was nothing for it but to stiffen Toby Toby was to get a note if he won the big event, and nothing if he lost; but it paid us to give him two notes to run cronk”----
”One e me with the name and address of that horse's owner?”
”Shut-up It's blown over now But as I was telling you, the chestnut had been a few times round the course, under the owner's eye, and he knew the road; and to ht break the reins, but you could n't get a give out of his mouth; and he could travel like a rifle-bullet; so when Toby tried to get him inside the posts, he pulled and reefed like fury, and bolted altogether; and caood Of course, losing the race ht the horse's shoulder with his spur, and turned hi at that bat Then, to keep hiammoned dead till we poured a pint of beer down his throat; and he lay groaning for two solid hours, winking now and then at Nelson and me
But that'll just tell you the difference Neither you nor I would be ga like that; we could n't be trained to it; si to a superior race I say, Toby!”--for the half-caste had seated hi his cockroach-- ”off you go, like a good chap, and fetch Collins's horses
”Impidence ain't worth a d--n, if it ain't properly carried out,” replied the inferior creation ”Think you git a note a week jist for eatin'
your (adj) tucker an' orderin' people about? I doneo' tobacker you're owin' me about the lenth o' that snake
Otherways, shut up We ain't on equal terms while that stick o' tobacker's between us”
”I'll straighten you some of these ti, Toby!”
”No catchee, no havee, ole son!” laughed the prince ”The divil resave ye, Paddy! Macushla, mavourneen, tare-an'-ouns! whirroo! bloody ind to the Pope!”
”Toby,” said Moriarty, with a calun in et into trouble for it,” he continued scornfully
”Jist the same's for layin' out a whitefeller,” assented the prince, still rasping at his cockroach, like Ugolini at the living skull of Ruggieri, in Dante's airy conception of the place where wrongs are rectified
(That unhappy est,” said Moriarty, after a pause, ”that if you contein and antecedents, it would assist you to approximate your relative position on this station Don't you think a trifle of subordination would be appropriate to”----
”A servile and halting imitation of Mrs B; and imitation is the sincerest flattery,” I commented ”I'll tell Miss K”
”Manners, please!--Appropriate, I was saying, to a blasted varoave a blanket for you when you were little”
”I know she did,” replied the prince, with just a suspicion of vain-glory
”nobody would be fool enough to give a blanket for you when you was little
Sooli; ”I ht”