Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish
page 6 of 290 (02%)
page 6 of 290 (02%)
|
"You 're not a bum, or you would n't be working."
I put one foot on the wheel, but he touched me on the sleeve with his cane. "Wait a minute," and there was more animation in the tone. "I may have something better for you than this lumber wagon. I 'm right, ain't I, in guessing you 're no regular bum?" "I 've bummed it most of the way from Frisco; I had to. I was homesick for the East, and lost my transportation." "Your what?" "Transportation; I was discharged at the Presidio." "Oh, I see," smiling again, and tapping the wheel with his stick; "the army--foreign service?" "The Philippines three years; invalided home." "By God, you don't look it," his eyes on me. "Never saw a more perfect animal. Fever?" "No, bolo wound; got caught in the brush, and then lay out in a swamp all night, till our fellows got up." He looked at his watch, and I climbed into my seat. "See here, I have n't time to talk now, but I believe you are the very fellow I am looking for. If you want an easier job than this," waving a gloved |
|