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I've been worryin' about it ever since, and the minute my work was done I come a-flyin' to see." "You needn't worry no more, Pat. Sure, and I thought when the chance come for you to go to Mrs. Gineral Brady 'twas because the Lord saw our need. And that was it, no doubt, but there's more to it, Pat. You went that I might foind out what koind of a b'y Moike is.
He would never have made a suitable general foreman. At the same time, he was a little afraid of the clerical details, those terrible nightmares of reports, o.k.s and the like. "How arre ye feelin', Teddy, b'y?" he often inquired of me during this period, with a greater show of interest in my troublesome health than ever before.
I arose to renew the fire, and when the logs had begun to blaze again, and I had resumed my seat, I saw that the drawn and haggard look had returned to Hubbard's face, and that he was staring wistfully out over the fire into the impenetrable gloom. "What is it, b'y?" I said. "That was a great trip, Wallace that southern trip.
If Allis hadn't laughed in his face, being full of the happiness of hope, Mike would not have recognized her even then he didn't hit it off quite right. "Alan Porter!" he gasped. "Bot' t'umbs up! Is it ye, b'y?" "Hush!" and a small warning finger was held up. "Don't fear, b'y, that I'll give it away. Mum's the word wit' me. But I'm dahmned if I t'ought ye could roide like that.
And will you be tellin' me what the b'y that swept out before you is sellin'?" continued the little woman, anxious to prove the truth of her opinion. "Sure and he ain't sellin' nothin'," responded the son. "He ain't there." "And why not?" interrogated Mrs. O'Callaghan. "I'm told he didn't do his work good." Mrs. O'Callaghan looked grave. "Well," she said, "there's a lesson for them that needs it.
Lord sir! many's the time as I've watched that theer blessed b'y a-seekin', an' a-searchin', a pokin' an' a pryin' round the place a-lookin' for 'is fortun', but, Lord bless my eyes an' limbs, sir! I never thought as he'd find nothin'." "Why, of course not, Adam." "Ah! but that's jest where I were mistook, Mr. Belloo, sir, because 'e did." "Did what, Adam?"
'Tommy, b'y, says the cook, 'you cotched cold stowin' the jib in the squall day afore yesterday. I'll be givin' you a dose o' pain-killer an' pepper. So the cook give Tommy a wonderful dose o' pain-killer an' pepper an' put un t' bed. But 'twas not long afore Tommy had a pain in the back an' a burnin' headache.
"Mather, is it?" began Gaynor, "it's just this, Miss Allis; if yer father thinks I'm goin' to stand by an' see good colts spiled in their timper just because a rapscallion b'y has got the evil intints av ould Nick himself, thin he's mistook, that's all." "Who is it Mike Shandy?" "That's him, Miss. He's the divil on wheels, bangin' thim horses about as though he was King Juba."
O'Callaghan listened with horrified ears. "And do you know how that looked to them that seen you?" she asked severely. "Sure and it looked loike you was makin' fun of the Gineral." "But I wasn't," protested little Jim. "Sure and don't I know that? Would a b'y of mine be makin' fun of Gineral Brady?" "He said I wasn't to do it no more," confided little Jim humbly. The widow nodded approbation.
As the slight figure, looking slighter still in a long trailing race coat, passed through the paddock gate to the stand enclosure, Mike Gaynor spoke to the jockey. "Redpath, me b'y, it's up to ye to put yer best leg for'ard to-day. Ye'r ridin' for the greatest little woman in this big country. In all the stand up there, wit' their flounces and jewels, there isn't a lady like her.
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