? ? ? ? "You better a blame sight give yourself a good cussing, for you're the one that's entitled to it most. You hain't done a thing, from the start, that had any sense in it, except coming out so cool and cheeky with that imaginary blue-arrow mark. That was bright- it was right down bully; and it was the thing that saved us. For if it hadn't been for that, they'd a jailed us till them Englishmen's baggage come- and then- the penitentiary, you bet! But that trick took 'em to the graveyard, and the gold done us a still bigger kindness; for if the excited fools hadn't let go all holts and made that rush to get a look, we'd a slept in our cravats to-night- cravats warranted to wear, too- longer than we'd need 'em."
? ? ? ? They was still a minute- thinking- then the king says, kind of absent-minded like:
? ? ? ? "Mf! And we reckoned the niggers stole it!"
? ? ? ? That made me squirm!
? ? ? ? "Yes," says the duke, kinder slow, and deliberate, and sarcastic, "we did."
? ? ? ? After about a half a minute, the king drawls out:
? ? ? ? "Leastways- I did.
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