'Oh, you need not take trouble with me or my team, Mike Slavin. Batchees
and me and the boys can look after them fine,' said Sandy coolly.
This rejecting of hospitality was perfectly understood by Slavin and by
all.
'Dat's too bad, heh?' said Baptiste wickedly; 'and, Sandy, he's got
good money on his pocket for sure, too.' The boys laughed, and Slavin,
joining in, turned away with Keele and Blaney; but by the look in his
eye I knew he was playing 'Br'er Rabbit,' and lying low.
Mr. Craig just then came up, 'Hello, boys! too late for Punch and Judy,
but just in time for hot coffee and doughnuts.'
'Bon; dat's fuss rate,' said Baptiste heartily; 'where you keep him?'
'Up in the tent next the church there. The miners are all in.'
'Ah, dat so? Dat's bad news for the shantymen, heh, Sandy?' said the
little Frenchman dolefully.
'There was a clothes-basket full of doughnuts and a boiler of coffee
left as I passed just now,' said Craig encouragingly.
'Allons, mes garcons; vite! never say keel!' cried Baptiste excitedly,
stripping off the harness.
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