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t like a tiger. So 't was before we started, and I hadn't got my gang chained up; so what should she do but ups on a cotton-bale, like a cat, ketches a knife from one of the deck hands, and, I tell ye, she made all fly for a minit, till she saw 't wan't no use; and she jest turns round, and pitches head first, young un and all, into the river,--went down plump, and never ris.""Bah!" said Tom Loker,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], who had listened to these stories with ill-repressed disgust,--"shif'less,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], both on ye! _my_ gals don't cut up no such shines, I tell ye!""Indeed! how do you help it?" said Marks, briskly."Help it? why, I buys a gal, and if she's got a young un to be sold, I jest walks up and puts my fist to her face, and says, `Look here, now, if you give me one word out of your head, I'll smash yer face in. I won't hear one word--not the beginning of a word.' I says to 'em, `This yer young un's mine, and not yourn, and you've no kind o' business with it. I'm going to sell it, first chance; mind, you don't cut up none o' yer shines about it, or I'll make ye wish ye'd never been born.' I tell ye, they sees it an't no play, when I gets hold. I makes 'em as whist as fishes; and if one on 'em begins and gives a yelp,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], why,--" and Mr. Loker brought down his fist with a thump that fully explained the hiatus."That ar's what ye may call _emphasis_," said Marks,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], poking Haley in the side, and going into another small giggle. "An't Tom peculiar? he! he! I say, Tom, I s'pect you make 'em _understand_, for all n