"But they have new ways of teaching, now, Matt, and they don't turn you
out with your head crammed--"
"An' yer legs that spindly they can't carry it all! Well, an' I
forgive ye yer muscle."
"But how about yourself, Matt?" Frona asked. "How has the world been
to you these twelve years?"
"Behold!" He spread his legs apart, threw his head back, and his chest
out. "Ye now behold Mister Matthew McCarthy, a king iv the noble
Eldorado Dynasty by the strength iv his own right arm. Me possessions
is limitless. I have more dust in wan minute than iver I saw in all me
life before. Me intintion for makin' this trip to the States is to
look up me ancestors. I have a firm belafe that they wance existed.
Ye may find nuggets in the Klondike, but niver good whiskey. 'Tis
likewise me intintion to have wan drink iv the rate stuff before I die.
Afther that 'tis me sworn resolve to return to the superveeshion iv me
Klondike properties. Indade, and I'm an Eldorado king; an' if ye'll be
wantin' the lind iv a tidy bit, it's meself that'll loan it ye."
"The same old, old Matt, who never grows old," Frona laughed.
"An' it's yerself is the thrue Welse, for all yer prize-fighter's
muscles an' yer philosopher's brains. But let's wander inside on the
heels of Louis an' Swiftwater. Andy's still tindin' store, I'm told,
an' we'll see if I still linger in the pages iv his mimory.
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