"
"Oh, I see! You'll sleep while I rustle the coin to play. What's
your idea of a fair division of the profits?"
"It is sometimes exceedingly fatiguing to dream," said Allan,
defensively. "Sometimes one wastes an entire day and has no
success."
"That's merely a question of diet. I could make you dream your
head off."
"But I do not desire the profits, however, for being partners with
you. I would like you to have plenty of monies, that is all. I
love you, sar."
"Don't! You embarrass me."
"It is true, chief, I would die and--"
"Yes, yes, kill yourself."
"I pray to God h'every day that some bad man will h'assault you in
order that I may die for you." The Jamaican was growing excited,
as usual when he dwelt upon this subject. "I would h'enjoy to shed
my blood for you, sar. I would like to see it running--running--
running--" He waved his arms wildly.
"Don't bleed to death."
"I wish to suffer and scream and groan, so that you will be
knowing--"
"Never mind. I think I get the idea. But I'm not going to allow
it, and I'm not going to allow you to dream--you sleep too much as
it is. Besides, your dreams are no good. Look at that whale dream
of yours, for instance."
"Oh, sar, the 'fish' number did not win, to be sure, but 'water'
did.
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