"She's in THERE next," he gasped as he passed the
Wag on his way to the cover of the nearest corner.
"Poor Tam!" How he must have hated women as he lurked in the doubtful
ambush of that corner.
"HOW he did skoot!" the Wag chuckled later on when recounting with glee,
to the Maluka and Mac, the story of Tam's dash for cover.
Pitying Tam, I took his part, and said he seemed a sober, decent little
man and couldn't help being shy; then paused, wondering at the queer
expression on the men's faces.
Mac coughed in embarrassment, and the Maluka and the Wag seemed
pre-occupied, and, fearing I had been misunderstood, I added hastily: "So
is everyone in the Settlement, for that matter," thereby causing further
embarrassment.
After a short intense silence the Wag "thought he'd be getting along,"
and as he moved off the Maluka laughed. "Oh, missus, missus!" and Mac
blurted out the whole tale of the edict--concluding rather ambiguously by
saying: "Don't you go thinking it's made any difference to any of us,
because it hasn't. We're not saints, but we're not pigs, and, besides, it
was a pleasure.
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