柴科婷英美短篇小说10300120159 Scorrier thought of Hemmings. Tis a bit cramped there, certainly " he muttered Pippin went on as if divining his thoughts. "I suppose our friend Hemmings would call me foolish: he's above the little weaknesses of imagination, eh? Yes: its silent here Sometimes in the evening I would give my head for somebody to talk to--Hemmings would never give his head for anything, I think. But all the same, I couldn ' t face them at home Spoiled " And slyly he murmured: "What would the Board say if they could hear that? Scorrier blurted out: To tell you the truth, they complain a little of not hearing from you Pippin put out a hand, as if to push something away. "Let them try the life here! " he broke out; "it's like sitting on a live volcano--what with our friends, 'the enemy, over there the men; the American competition. I keep it going, Scorrier, but at what a cost--at what a ost! But surely--letters? Pippin only answered: " I try--I try! Scorrier felt with remorse and wonder that he had spoken the truth. The following day he left for his inspection, and while in the camp of"the enemy"much was the talk he heard of Pippin Why! "said his host, the superintendent, a little man with a face somewhat like an owls d'you know the name they've given him down in the capital-the King--good, eh? He's made them ' sit up' all along this coast. I like him well enough--good--hearted man, shocking nervous; but my people down there can't stand him at any price. Sir, he runs this colony. You'd think butter wouldn ' t melt in that mouth of his; but he always gets his way; that' s what riles em so; that and the success he's making of his mine. It puzzles me, you'd think he'd only be too glad of a quiet life a man with his nerves. But no, he' s never happy unless he's fighting something where he's got a chance to score a victory. I won' t say he likes it, but, by Jove,it seems he's got to do it. Now that's funny I'll tell you one thing, though shouldn't be a bit surprised if he broke down some day; and I'll tell you another, he added darkly, "he's sailing very near the wind, with those large contracts that he makes. i wouldn,' t care to take his risks Just let them have a strike or something that shuts them down for a spell--and mark my 2Rile:使恼火柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 8 Scorrier thought of Hemmings. "'Tis a bit cramped there, certainly," he muttered. Pippin went on as if divining his thoughts. "I suppose our friend Hemmings would call me foolish; he's above the little weaknesses of imagination, eh? Yes; it's silent here. Sometimes in the evening I would give my head for somebody to talk to--Hemmings would never give his head for anything, I think. But all the same, I couldn't face them at home. Spoiled!" And slyly he murmured: "What would the Board say if they could hear that?" Scorrier blurted out: "To tell you the truth, they complain a little of not hearing from you." Pippin put out a hand, as if to push something away. "Let them try the life here!" he broke out; "it's like sitting on a live volcano--what with our friends, 'the enemy,' over there; the men; the American competition. I keep it going, Scorrier, but at what a cost--at what a cost!" "But surely--letters?" Pippin only answered: "I try--I try!" Scorrier felt with remorse and wonder that he had spoken the truth. The following day he left for his inspection, and while in the camp of "the enemy" much was the talk he heard of Pippin. "Why!" said his host, the superintendent, a little man with a face somewhat like an owl's, "d'you know the name they've given him down in the capital--'the King'--good, eh? He's made them 'sit up' all along this coast. I like him well enough--good--hearted man, shocking nervous; but my people down there can't stand him at any price. Sir, he runs this colony. You'd think butter wouldn't melt in that mouth of his; but he always gets his way; that's what rile21s 'em so; that and the success he's making of his mine. It puzzles me; you'd think he'd only be too glad of a quiet life, a man with his nerves. But no, he's never happy unless he's fighting, something where he's got a chance to score a victory. I won't say he likes it, but, by Jove, it seems he's got to do it. Now that's funny! I'll tell you one thing, though shouldn't be a bit surprised if he broke down some day; and I'll tell you another," he added darkly, "he's sailing very near the wind, with those large contracts that he makes. I wouldn't care to take his risks. Just let them have a strike, or something that shuts them down for a spell--and mark my 21 Rile: 使恼火