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The monk who had been Barclay's first confidant recommended two busy Papists, Richard Fisher and Christopher Knightley; and this recommendation was thought sufficient. Knightley drew in Edward King, a Roman Catholic gentleman of hot and restless temper; and King procured the assistance of a French gambler and bully named De la Rue.
Well, if he wants to make me get off the road, he'll find that I've got as much right as he has!" He kept on a straight course, wondering if the red-haired, and squint-eyed bully would dare try to damage the motor-cycle. A little later Andy's car was beside Tom. "Why don't you get out of the way," demanded Sam, who could usually be depended on to aid Andy in all his mean tricks.
Perhaps he had been lucky the hazard of a lighted cigarette in the darkness! Yes, but luck was in everything. The credit was his, and men duly gave it to him, and he took it. He thought almost kindly of Colonel Hullocher, against whom he had measured himself. The result of the match was a draw, but he had provided the efficient bully with matter for reflection. After all, Hullocher was right.
"I like him," said soft little Daphne who was now a constant, happy visitor at the Procter home. "I think a brave knight is bully," said Graham Bartlett, as constant a visitor as Daphne. "I would slay mine by the hundred," cried Peter boastfully. Graham looked off into the distance. "I shall fare forth some day," he said, "and lead my armies to victory proudly, yet disdainfully.
The members of my family bully me at first for establishing this dangerous commonwealth within the precincts of our home. They dare not go to fetch things: they would have to pass through a swarm of Bees; and then...look out for stings!
Bully Tom had spoken the truth when he said that if he thought there was a ghost in Yew-lane he wouldn't go near it. If he had believed the stories with which he had alarmed poor Bill, the lad's evening walk would never have been disturbed, as far as he was concerned.
And both tramps took to their heels. Josiah Crabtree stood by, speechless. The interruption had come so suddenly that he knew not what to do. As quickly as he could Dan Baxter scrambled to his feet. As he did so Sam leaped for the tar brush and secured it. "Let me alone!" roared the bully, and began to back away. But as he did so his hand went into his hip pocket and he drew a pistol.
Here, with his back against a traverse, Mac set about his repast. He devoured half a tin of bully. That was his limit, no matter how hungry he was, for he was aware by experience of the effects of overmuch bully. He shied the remainder over the parapet, and promptly set about his second and last course.
The latter loosened two teeth and sent the bully into the arms of Hank Snogger. "Well, have you had enough?" asked Dave. He was panting for breath, and his eyes were blazing with determination. A look full of the bitterest kind of hatred filled the face of Link Merwell, but he was too staggered to attack Dave again. He leaned on Hank Snogger and then turned his face away.
Washington is n't a bit better than some of us right here and it won't be long before you'll find it out." "How do you make that, Joe?" "Is n't he trying to bully Congress into paying the army, just as if he was king, as I suppose he hopes to be some day. You wait till he gets his way, and I guess the tax collectors will make the people sing a different tune about him.
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