"BretHarte-TheQueenOfThePirateIsle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harte Bret)

The Pirates (hesitating): "No--o--"

Patsey: "I am; know where I kin get a six-shooter?"

The Pirates (almost ready to abandon piracy for bear-hunting, but
preserving their dignity): "Can't! We've runn'd away for real
pirates."

Patsey: "Not for good!"

The Queen (interposing with sad dignity and real tears in her round
blue eyes): "Yes!" (slowly and shaking her head). "Can't go back
again. Never! Never! Never! The--the--eye is cast!"

Patsey (bursting with excitement): "No-o! Sho'o! Wanter know."

The Pirates (a little frightened themselves, but tremulous with
gratified vanity): "The Perleese is on our track!"

Patsey: "Lemme go with yer!"

Hickory: "Wot'll yer giv?"

Patsey: "Pistol and er bananer."

Hickory (with judicious prudence): "Let's see 'em."

Patsey was off like a shot; his bare little red feet trembling
under him. In a few minutes he returned with an old-fashioned
revolver known as one of "Allen's pepper-boxes" and a large banana.
He was at once enrolled, and the banana eaten.

As yet they had resolved on no definite nefarious plan. Hickory,
looking down at Patsey's bare feet, instantly took off his own
shoes. This bold act sent a thrill through his companions. Wan
Lee took off his cloth leggings, Polly removed her shoes and
stockings, but, with royal foresight, tied them up in her
handkerchief. The last link between them and civilization was
broken.

"Let's go to the Slumgullion."

"Slumgullion" was the name given by the miners to a certain soft,
half-liquid mud, formed of the water and finely powdered earth that
was carried off by the sluice-boxes during gold-washing, and
eventually collected in a broad pool or lagoon before the outlet.
There was a pool of this kind a quarter of a mile away, where there
were "diggings" worked by Patsey's father, and thither they
proceeded along the ridge in single file. When it was reached they