Sacre! He's bad feller, dis man--don' pay for hees ticket at all; he's reg'lar toff mug." "I want to go 'long!" yelled the incorrigible stow-away.

He had brought his gun with him, and this weapon, peeping forth from under Poleon's blanket, had betrayed him.

"I want to go 'long!" shrieked the little man "I like you best of all!" At which Doret took him in his arms and hugged him fiercely.
"Wal, I guess you don' t'ink 'bout dem beeg black bear at night, eh ?" But this only awoke a keener distress in the junior Gale.
"Oh, maybe de bear will get you, Poleon! Let me go long, and I'll keep dem off.

Two men is better dan one--please, Poleon!" It took the efforts of Necia and the trader combined to tear the lad from the Frenchman, and even then the foul deed was accomplished only at the cost of such wild acclaim and evidence of undying sorrow that little Molly came hurrying from the house, her round face stained and tearful, her mouth an inverted crescent.

She had gone to the lame puppy for comfort, and now strangled him absent-mindedly in her arms, clutching him to her breast so tightly that his tongue lolled out and his three legs protruded stiffly, pawing an aimless pantomime.