Abe
remained speechless for a time, not trusting himself; but as he heard
Craig groan, 'Oh, the beasts! the fiends!' he seemed encouraged to
let himself loose, and he began swearing with the coolest and most
blood-curdling deliberation. Craig listened with evident approval,
apparently finding complete satisfaction in Abe's performance, when
suddenly he seemed to waken up, caught Abe by the arm, and said in a
horror-stricken voice--
'Stop! stop! God forgive us! we must not swear like this.'
Abe stopped at once, and in a surprised and slightly grieved voice
said--
'Why! what's the matter with that? Ain't that what you wanted?'
'Yes! yes! God forgive me! I am afraid it was,' he answered hurriedly;
'but I must not.'
'Oh, don't you worry,' went on Abe cheerfully; 'I'll look after that
part; and anyway, ain't they the blankest blankety blank'--going off
again into a roll of curses, till Craig, in an agony of entreaty,
succeeded in arresting the flow of profanity possible to no one but a
mountain stage-driver.
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