Part 37 (1/2)

Thus he pursued us with rude outcry, but at the end lapsed and blew us along with a final vernacular blast: ”_Va-se'mbora_!”

We arrived with speed at the Praca da Constituicao, the us Jones was someinded but unsubdued

”How could I knoretched exile had returned to contaarity?” he inquired ”Give me a native institution”

Then with an evil humor I pointed out to hirant airs that stirred a the plane trees

”That is the social heart and center of Funchal,” I told him, quite truly

The hairy and reat porcelain handles of his beer pu,” said Angus Jones ”I see you have no billiard reat pity, but soon mended”

The proprietor rolled out with a forlasses!_ Billiar'? On the minute, mos' honorable sir How stupid a! We have a ver' fine table of billiar', French or English, if you please should look _Pedro, lasses!_ Is it a Castle Liner you arrive by, mos' honorable? Will you have beer or wheesky-sod'?” He bobbed and leered, blind as an owl I us Jones, but I did not

I only stood where I had a clear space to the door

”All in good tius Jones ”I speak of ais a proper art Now, there I e of your billiard room, and I'll double your business”

”Billiar'? Yes, yes; only wait Pedro!”

Pedro appeared as froet the job?” asked Angus Jones

”Jobe!” exclailasses and eyed the applicant up and down ”Ah-h-h! You wish--?What is here?”

he bellowed, and fell back on his bar

”I seek a place as billiardspy of a starter whiffed Angus Jones by an eyelash The rafters shook We had a start to the door, and needed it

Jones cleared the sill with the aid of a ponderous foot In the driving hail of oaths and beer s we tore across the Praca A little soldier in blue linen started up froar threw his crutch at us with a curse

Loungers, ragalee as we turned up an alley All Funchal joined in the chorus behind us

”_Va-se'ned we fled at last to safety ah a cane brake