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It must be owned that a black eye is a great temptation, Lira-lira, la-la!" and Mr. Bradley's own eyes rolled joyously. "Bravo, Brad! a song, a song! but treason to King Burgundy! Your glass is " "Empty, honoured sir, I know it! Lira-lira la! but it is easily filled! We who have all our lives been pouring from one vessel into another know how to keep it up to the last!
"You would hit it nearer if you said I didn't make allowance for the eccentricities without genius," retorted Philip. "Well," replied Mr. Brad, taking his leave, "you don't understand your world. You go your own way and see where you will come out."
Brad was undoubtedly clever, and was down as a bright young man in the list of those who employed talent which was not dulled by conscientious scruples.
We haven't a steel brad like that about the place, and never have had. Joe saw Gerani prowling about before you came." "And I saw him leave, Mr. Hobart. I went up to Bruno's shack to have my shoes fixed, and I came down over the hill instead of the usual way by the road. Gerani was just going up as I came down." Mr. Hobart made no further comment. But from that time Gerani was watched closely.
Brad Tingle happened to catch sight of me, unt he said in a surprised way: "'Why, there's that Jew I saw sitting in General Rosecrans's tent talking to him, when I was playing off refugee Tennesseean in the Yankee camps. "'What's that? What's that, my man? said old Bragg, who happened to overhear him. "Brad Tingle told all he knew about me. Old Bragg turned toward me unt give me such a look.
"Had no time to do the assessment work after we located. Dug a sump hole, maybe. Brad jumps in when the field here began to look up. Company that shows oil first will sure win out." "How deep has he drilled?" "We're a li'l' deeper not much. Both must be close to the sands. We were showin' driller's smut when we lost our string." Bob reached into his hip pocket and drew out "the makings."
Steelman, as the leader of his gang, was used to levies upon his purse when his followers had gone broke. He judged that he would have to let Doble have about twenty-five dollars now. "A thousand dollars." Brad shot a quick, sidelong look at him. "Wha's wrong now, Dug?" The ex-foreman of the D Bar Lazy R took his time to answer. He enjoyed the suspense under which his ally was held.
But you can't make Brad see it that way now. He says she's got to earn 'er bread and keep, and that she's no better than wot 'er father is. If circus riding is good enough for 'im, it's good enough for 'is offspring, says he. Her mother just had to give in to 'im. Well, when she was about ten, Brad took to drinking. That was before he bought old Van Slye out.
There is a lot of humbug talked about it. You can't do anything till you get your name up. Some day I will make a hit, and everybody will ask, 'Who is this daring, clever Olin Brad? Then I can get readers for anything I choose to write. Look at Champ Lawson. He can't write correct English, he never will, he uses picturesque words in a connection that makes you doubt if he knows what they mean.
"This is a likely-looking Plant," said Brad, as he sized up the Campus. "I like to encourage these Joints because they help to keep a lot of Young Fellows away from Business Offices. I find that I have here in my Vest-Pocket a measly $50,000 that I have overlooked in changing my Clothes. Give it to the Main Cheese and tell him to have a Laboratory on me."
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