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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Prairie"

"Make this Mexican twenty, and I will sell
you a secret."
"Go, go," said the other with a little of a soldier's severity,
returning to his manner. "Go, before I order the guard to seize you."
"Well, go I will;--but if I do go, captain, I shall take my knowledge
with me; and then you may live a widower bewitched till the tattoo of
life is beat off."
"What mean you, fellow?" exclaimed Middleton, turning quickly towards
the wretch, who was already dragging his diseased limbs from the
place.
"I mean to have the value of this dollar in Spanish brandy, and then
come back and sell you my secret for enough to buy a barrel."
"If you have any thing to say, speak now," continued Middleton,
restraining with difficulty the impatience that urged him to betray
his feelings.
"I am a-dry, and I can never talk with elegance when my throat is
husky, captain. How much will you give to know what I can tell you;
let it be something handsome; such as one gentleman can offer to
another."
"I believe it would be better justice to order the drummer to pay you
a visit, fellow.


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