"Went in a boat, pardner——"
"Oh, but he was mad! I wouldn't be the Siwash——"
"I don't hanker none to be Quin if Pete gets him. Pete's a boy, ain't he? Solid ideas, by gosh——"
"See, there's the Planin' Mill goin' up the flume!"
"'Tis a mighty expensive fire, this. Eh, what?"
"Licks me Moolas don't burn mor' off'n, pard!"
"Well, we're out of a job, tilikums."
The crowd moved and swayed and moaned. They cried "Oh!" and "Ah!" and "See!" The Mill was hell. Old Dutchy sat on a pile of sawed lumber with his lighted lamp on his knees; the poor doddering fool trimmed the wick and cried. Jenny heard old Papp speak to him in German.
"Sei ruhig, alte dummkopf."
And Papp went on in English.