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amson swung his hat and cried: "And may God bless Our Lady Jess! And may every man who seeks to injure her be--stricken with numb palsy! And may every crop be doubled, prices likewise! Peace, prosperity and happiness to Sobrante--destruction to her enemies!" "Forgiveness for her enemies, Samson, dear, if there really are. That will be nobler, more like father's rule. Make it peace, prosperity and happiness to all the world! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" Mr. Hale clapped his hands to his ears, then hastily moved forward and joined in the cheer, that was deafening enough to have come from many more throats than uttered it. Yet he had an uncomfortable feeling that he might be classed among those "enemies" whom Samson wished afflicted with numb palsy and that, at that moment, he was, by no fault of his own, playing a double part. But he gave himself the benefit of the doubt until he should learn, as he meant to do at once, the whole history of Sobrante with its strange hodge-podge of industries, its veteran employees, and its childish "captain." So, while the ranchmen dispersed to their business and Jessica sought her long-delayed breakfast, he turned towards the kitchen where he hoped to find the mistress of the ranch. But he was disappointed. There was visible only the broad, purple-covered back and black pig-tail of a Chinaman, pounding away at the snowy loaves of his kneading-board, as if they were "enemies" of his own and deserving something much worse than "numb palsy." "Wun Lung!" No answer, save the whack, whack, whack of the tormented dough. "Ahem. I say, John!" Whack, whack. "Wun Lung, where's your mistress?" "Dlaily." "Indeed? I fancy your hand is better. I'm glad of it. That bread ought to be fine. At your leisure, kindly point the direction of the 'dlaily,' will you?" One yellow, floury hand was lifted and extended eastward, but as this signified nothing definite to the stranger he continued his inquiries. "Where's Pasqual?" "Sclub." "And the little boys?" "Alle glone." "I congratulate you on your English, though I'm uncertainly whether you mean me to 'go on' or assert that somebody else has gone on. I don't like to disturb Miss Jessica at breakfast, but----" "Back polchee," suggested Wun Lung, anxious to be rid of the intruder, whose irony he suspected if he did not understand. Mr. Hale betook himself around the house, and, fortunately, in the right direction; for jus
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