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Barney Williams, who had not then acted in England, proposed, in the kindest manner, to make him his agent for a tour through Great Britain, and to give him one-third of the profits which he and Mrs. Williams might make by their acting. Mr. Pettengill, of New York, the newspaper advertising agent, offered him the fine salary of $10,000 a year to transact business for him in Great Britain.
"Who is it, Marcelle?" she asked. "It is Nora's son, mademoiselle, and he has been drinking; but if I were you, I'd see him." The significance of the girl's tone changed Katrine's former decision. "Tell him to come in," she said. Barney came as far as the doorway and stood leaning against the frame of it, his eyes hot and angry, waving a newspaper wildly over his head.
Barney cried, "where am I to sleep to-night? in that little room?" Before we could answer her, she arose from the table and ran towards it, and saw our patient lying upon the bed. "Hullo!" she exclaimed, in astonishment, "what is that old fellow doing there? I can't have him with me!"
To the boy, at that moment, he was less a man than an instrument of Destiny guiding him, not knowing why, to the Promised Land. At last on the quiet road Paul saw a bicyclist approaching them. Mindful of Barney Bill's injunction, he withdrew his head.
The light was not sufficient to enable them to ascertain the appearance of the interior. Barney and Martin now cast about in their minds how they were to spend the night.
With the lad grasped close to him, the young man turned at the edge of the brush to meet the charge of the two ruffians. The wounding of the youth had delayed them just enough to preclude their making this temporary refuge in safety. As Barney turned both the men fired simultaneously, and both missed.
"To be sure, your honour, they might have gone fishing up the stream. That broth of a boy Barney might jist have rolled in, and the long Dutchman have tried to haul him out, and both have been carried away together. Ill luck to Roaring Water, if it has swallowed up my countryman Barney."
"Aye, indeed," he said, "Barney and John are lodging in the one house with me, with a decent widow woman, and many a glass we had together at Igoe's."
A moment later the two entered the audience chamber. Barney found that Leopold the king, surrounded by comforts and safety, was a very different person from Leopold the fugitive. The weak face now wore an expression of arrogance, though the king spoke most graciously to the American.
The exclamation of surprise or fright that he had expected was not forthcoming. The girl lowered her arms from about his neck. "Who are you?" she asked in a low whisper. "I am an American war correspondent," replied Barney, "but if the Austrians get hold of me now it will be mighty difficult to convince them that I am not a spy."
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