"You surprise and pain me. If it is sarcasm to refer to you as a lady——?"
"Where's Dubois?"
He waved his hand toward the coulee and she walked away.
The Dago Duke looked after her with an expression of amused speculation in his handsome eyes. What deviltry was she up to now?
"Addio, mia bella Napoli," he whistled. "Addio! addio!" What difference did it make so long as she confined her activities to Dubois?—since he had no more liking for one than the other.
The Dago Duke had applied to Dubois for work as a sheep-herder and got it.
After the memorable midnight session with pink lizards and the Gila monster, the Dago Duke applied for work as a sheep-herder and got it, chiefly because of his indifference to the question of wages.
"I want to get away from the gilded palaces of vice and my solicitous friends; I want to lead the simple, virtuous life of a sheep-herder until my system recovers from a certain shock," explained the applicant glibly, "and something within me tells me that you are not the man to refuse a job to a youth filled with such a worthy ambition."
Dubois grinned understandingly and gave him work at half a sheep-herder's usual pay.
Whatever the nature of Dr. Harpe's business with his employer, the interview appeared to have been eminently satisfactory to them both, for she was smiling broadly, while Dubois seemed not only excited but elated when they returned together.