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"I gave room to the man, an' he ran forward wid the Haymaker's Lift on his bay'nit an' swung a Paythan clear off his feet by the belly-band av the brute, an' the iron bruk at the lockin'-ring. "'Tim Coulan 'll slape easy to-night, sez he, wid a grin; an' the next minut his head was in two halves and he wint down grinnin' by sections.
"Will you let the little man alone?" asked Shock quietly. "Let me up, blank ye! It's yer heart's blood will pay for this." "Will you leave the little man alone?" asked Shock in a relentlessly even tone. "Yis, yis," groaned Carroll. "Me wrist's bruk, so it is. But Oi'll be afther doin' f'r yez, ye blank, blank " Carroll's profanity flowed in a copious stream.
"Yis," replied the contractor frankly. "There was some Irish rascals at the pub. thonder, where we stapped las' night; an' wan word brung on another, an' at long an' at last we fell to, so we did; on' A'm dam but they got the betther o' me, being three agin wan. A b'lee some o' me ribs is bruk." "I'm sorry to hear that," said Thompson, straining a point for courtesy.
"Oh, get a move on, Pat, an' tie her up," said the other voice. "It's the Lord knows what o'clock, an' we've a long day before us to-morrow." The lamp moved astern, and the Irishman investigated matters further. "There's bin black wur-rk here, George," he shouted. "The moorin' rope nivver bruk. It was cut." A sharp hiss of breath between McCulloch's teeth betrayed the stress of his emotions.
"The contrairy beastis couldn't hev fund a more ill- convenient spot ter die of he hed sarched the mounting." "I ain't goin' ter leave him thar, though," stoutly declared the boy who still held the rifle. "That thar fox's scalp an' his two ears air wuth one whole dollar." Tim remonstrated. "Look-a-hyar, Birt; ef ye try ter climb up this hyar bluff, ye'll git yer neck bruk, sure."
Nobby'd got his leg bruk, but he seemed chipper enough an' chewed th' rag wid us awhile. Next tu him was a wumman cryin' something pitiful she'd got her leg bruk, tu. Nobby rised him up on his elbow an' lukked at her.
As she did so, she saw something on the dressing-table with a label attached to it. She took it up. It was a little mirror, a handglass like her own old one, only framed in ivory, and the writing on the label ran Insted of The one that is bruk with fond Luv to Kirry. peat. Her heart was now beating furiously. A flood of feeling had rushed over her. She dropped the glass as if it stung her fingers.
Thin they was Terrence, a big, bould, curly-headed lad that cocked his hat at anny man, or woman f'r th' matter iv that, an' that bruk th' back iv a polisman an' swum to th' crib, an' was champeen iv th' South Side at hand ball. An' he wint. Thin th' good woman passed away.
"Comforubble as a man can be that canna feel," the other grunted. "My back's bruk. I'm dyin uppuds." Stealthily the boy took the old man's hand in his. A faint tightening of the clay-cold fingers surprised him. The dusk was falling fast. At their feet the sea still crashed uneasily. Above them the cliff showed white. Under the moon one red star sparkled.
"Plenty!" agreed Billy; and lit a cigarette. "Shannon don't like anny other horse in front of him at all," went on Murty. "He's that full of pride he never tuk kindly to bein' behind, not since he was bruk in. He'll gallop like a machine an' lep like a deer if he gets his head." "I don't b'lieve you've much show, anyhow," Dave Boone said.
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