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“The gal’s no matter of mine-she’s Shelby’s; it’s only the boy. I was a fool for buying the monkey!” “You’re generally a fool!” said Tom, gruffly. “Come, now, Loker, none of your huffs,” said Marks, licking his lips; “you see, Mr. Haley’s a-puttin’ us in a way of a good job, I reckon; just hold still,- these yer arrangements is my forte. This yer gal, Mr. Haley, how is she? what is she?” “Wal! white and handsome-well brought up. I’d a gin Shelby eight hundred or a thousand, and then made well on her.” “White and handsome-well brought up!” said Marks, his sharp eyes, nose, and mouth all alive with enterprise. “Look here, now, Loker, a beautiful opening. We’ll do a business here on our own account;- we does the catchin’; the boy, of course, goes to Mr. Haley,- we takes the gal to Orleans to speculate on. An’t it beautiful?” Tom, whose great heavy mouth had stood ajar during this communication, now suddenly snapped it together, as a big dog closes on a piece of meat, and seemed to be digesting the idea at his leisure. “Ye see,” said Marks to Haley, stirring his punch as he did so, “ye see, we has justices convenient at all p’ints along shore, and does up any little jobs in our line quite reasonable. Tom, he does the knockin’ down and that ar; and I come in all dressed up-shining boots-everything first chop, when, the swearin’ ‘s to be done. |
