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"I'll introduce myself more formal," said the woodsman, apparently with affable intent to be better acquainted with this young man who had shown that he possessed the qualities admired in the forest. "My name is Dan Connick, and these here are my hearties from Number 7 cuttin'." He waved his hand, and the nearest men growled good-humored greetings. "Well, Mr.
"It's my business when a square man don't get his rights," Connick cried, with fully as much energy as the colonel, "and that chap is a man, for he licked me clean and honest!" A murmur almost like applause went through the crowd.
There ain't a deputy sheriff that will dare to poke his nose within ten miles of our camps." "That's right, Mr. Parker," agreed one of the Sunkhaze crowd. "Once a crew burnt a smokin'-car when they were comin' up from " "No yarns now, no yarns now!" Connick thrust himself against the Sunkhaze men and roughly elbowed them back. "Get on shore an' stay there."
He felt that the giant would now take satisfactory vengeance for the discomfiture he had suffered before his men at Sunkhaze. Connick raised his hand, that in its big mitten seemed like a cloud against the moon, and brought it down.
"In the smaller concert room upstairs, Recital Hall," said the architect, "there is some very fine stained glass; two windows, and on the landing of the north stairway there's a third window, all done by the man who has been called the Burne-Jones of America, Charles J. Connick, of Boston. Instead of being hidden away there, they ought to have been put in the Fine Arts Building.
"Speech!" cried some one, as Jerrard mounted the steps. He smiled and shook his head. "Speech! Speech!" The manager turned to enter his car, still smiling, tolerant but disregarding. At a sudden command from Connick, men reached out on both sides of the train and clutched the branches of sturdy undergrowth that the haste of the construction work had not permitted the crews to clear entirely away.
Ward, but I'm sorry to have to tell ye, ye bein' a brother of his, that love ain't one o' them." "I shall go alone, then," said the old man, firmly. "Brotherly love is worth respect, Mr. Ward," Connick declared, "but I ain't the kind of man that stands idle an' sees suicide committed. Ye've done your full duty by your brother. Now I'm goin' to do my duty by you.
Never was licked, never was talked back to. These men behind me are all a good deal like me. I know the most o' you men. I should hate to hurt ye. Your wives are up there waitin' for ye to come home. Ye'd better go." But the crowd made no movement to retreat. Parker still stood at their head. "Ye'd better go!" bellowed Connick. "Understand? I said ye'd better go.
The chase was abandoned after an hour, for the clouds that had hung heavy all day long began to sift down snow; and soon a blizzard howled through the threshing spruces and hemlocks. "It's six miles to the nearest camp," said Connick, when the crew was again assembled at Number 7, "an' in order to dodge us he prob'ly kept out of the tote-road.
But his foreman of construction none other than Big Dan Connick, who had chosen railroad work under Parker instead of the usual summer labor on the drive came to him at the head of a group of men. "Mr. Parker," he said, "we represent the men who have been building this road.
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