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Allis saw that Gaynor was indeed angry. "I'll speak to father about him, Mike," she answered; "I won't have the horses abused." "Mark my words, Miss Allis, Diablo'll take it out of his hide some day. The b'y'll monkey wit' him once too often, then there'll be no b'y left." "May we see the horses, Mike are they having their lie-down, or anything?"
The b'y'll get drunk an' lose his job like he did last time." "Why, then, he mustn't find Arthur alone." "And who's t' stop him?" "Mr. Geoffrey, you're big an' strong, but M'Ginnis is stronger and yet " Mrs. Trapes ran a speculative eye over Ravenslee's lounging form. "H'm!" said she musingly, "but even if you did happen to lick him, what about th' gang?" "Echo, Mrs.
"Well, I never!" panted out Jupp as he raced down the incline at a headlong speed towards the spot where he had seen Teddy disappear, and whence had come his choking cry of alarm and the splash he made as he fell into the water. "The b'y'll be drownded 'fore I can reach him!"
"Don't, Hermy, don't so pale an' tired as you are, don't go again!" pleaded Mrs. Trapes, her usual sharpness transfigured into a deep and yearning tenderness; even her voice seemed to lose something of its harshness. "Don't worry, my sweet, the b'y'll find his way home right enough, like he did last time."
"I do wish to treat with the General," said Desmit, thinking he saw a chance to put in a favorable word. "An' d'ye hear that, b'ys? Shure the gintleman wants to thrate the Gineral. Faith it'll be right glad the auld b'y'll be of a dhrap of somethin' good down here in the pine woods."
Oh, drat my fool's tongue for remindin' you, drat it, my dear, my honey! Ah, don't go breakin' your angel's 'eart along of Arthur, my precious and drat him too! That b'y'll come back all right, he will he will, I know he will. Oh, if I was only behind 'im with a toasting fork! There, there, Hermy dear, don't fret, Arthur'll come home all right.
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