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out, he took it and looked at it with a sharp, complacent air, like a man who thinks he has done about the right thing, and hit the nail on the head, and proceeded to dispose of it in short and well-advised sips. “Wal, now, who’d a thought this yer luck’d come to me? Why, Loker, how are ye?” said Haley, coming forward, and extending his hand to the big man. “The devil!” was the civil reply. “What brought you here, Haley?” The mousing man, who bore the name of Marks, instantly stopped his sip- ping, and, poking his head forward, looked shrewdly on the new acquaintance, as a cat sometimes looks at a moving dry leaf, or some other possible object of pur- suit. “I say, Tom, this yer’s the luckiest thing in the world. I’m in a devil of a hob- ble, and you must help me out.” “Ugh? aw! like enough!” grunted his complacent acquaintance. “A body may be pretty sure of that, when you’re glad to see ‘em; something to be made off of ‘em. What’s the blow now?” “You’ve got a friend here?” said Haley, looking doubtfully at Marks; “partner, perhaps?” “Yes, I have. Here, Marks! here’s that ar feller that I was in with in Natchez.” “Shall be pleased with his acquaintance” said Marks, thrusting out a long, thin hand, like a raven’s claw. “Mr. Haley, I believe?” |
