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“The same, sir,” said Haley. “And now, gentlemen, seein’ as we’ve met so happily, I think I’ll stand up to a small matter of a treat in this here parlor. So, now, old coon,” said he to the man at the bar, “get us hot water, and sugar, and ci- gars, and plenty of the real stuff, and we’ll have a blow-out.” Behold, then, the candles lighted, the fire stimulated to the burning point in the grate, and our three worthies seated round a table, well spread with all the ac- cessories to good-fellowship enumerated before. Haley began a pathetic recital of his peculiar troubles. Loker shut up his mouth, and listened to him with gruff and surly attention. Marks, who was anx- iously and with much fidgeting compounding a tumbler of punch to his own pecu- liar taste, occasionally looked up from his employment, and, poking his sharp nose and chin almost into Haley’s face, gave the most earnest heed to the whole narrative. The conclusion of it appeared to amuse him extremely, for he shook his shoulders and sides in silence, and perked up his thin lips with an air of great in- ternal enjoyment. “So, then, ye’r fairly sewed up, ain’t ye?” he said; “he! he! he! It’s neatly done, too.” “This yer young-un business makes lots of trouble in the trade,” said Haley, dolefully. |
