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Three hours later Billy was awakened by a sharp shake of his sore shoulder and a stinging pain that shot through him like fire. Fire! Fire! He was on fire! That was how he felt as he opened his eyes and glared at the stranger: "Aw, lookout there, whatterya doin'?" he blazed, "Whadda ya think I am? A football? Don't touch me. I'll get out. This the place? Thanks fer tha ride, I was all in.
Evidently he was rather blear-eyed, since he seemed to mistake the white marble Aphrodite for a girl in a black dress; or perhaps he assumed that Sylvia was there, and thought he would see her at any moment. "I say, Sylvia!" he cried. "I say, old girl, what the deuce are you doin' in the park at this time o' night?" The words were clear enough, but there was a suspicious thickness in the voice.
Well, he was not well in it when all the rest iv them comes into the kitchen, an' ould Tim Donovan singin' the 'Colleen Rue' for the bare life, an' the rest iv them sthrivin' to humour him, and doin' exactly everything he bid them, because they seen he was foolish be the manes iv the liquor.
"Do you find yo'self pretty well, sir?" inquired Keppel. "I find myself pretty weak," replied Yancy. "Me and Kep has been watching fo' to keep the flies from stinging you," explained Henry. "We-all takes turns doin' that," Keppel added. "Well, and how many of you-all are there?" asked Yancy. "There's six of we-uns and the baby."
"I wish I knew what it was is ailin' me!" "Drink 'er down!" "You think because you had me goin' on these things last night that to-night little sister ain't goin' to watch her step. Well, watch her watch her step," Nevertheless, she drank rather thirstily half the contents of the glass. "I knew what I was doin' every minute of the time last night, all righty. I was just showin' us a good time."
The Knickerbocker is doin' things on a plane of high art, and our methods are our own. Now, I want to know who you represent? And freshness don't go, d'you see?" Katrina hardly heard Mr. Connor. Her mind was occupied with the freedom that lay clear behind her, and the possible patrol-wagons and police stations before her.
You reckon to be honest, I guess. Wal, now's your chance. Tell me to my face what I've learned for myself. What were you doin' round here last night? What were you doin' in Marbolt's kitchen?" Tresler understood the motive of the man's insistence now. Jake was showing him a side of his character he had hardly suspected.
I plumb forgot!" exclaimed the cowboy, and started for his horse. "I'll be back with yer war-bag in a minute." A few moments later, he returned to the hotel carrying a leather bag. "I'm goin' to kind of slip around among the boys a bit. I've be'n doin' some thinkin' an maybe we can figger a way out. I don't quite like the way things is shapin' up.
If that had been your shin now, eh? Hello, what's that?" Faintly across the water came a prolonged hallooing from the schooner. Kitchell stood up in the dory, shading his eyes with his hat. "What's biting 'em now?" he muttered, with the uneasiness of a captain away from his ship. "Oughta left Charlie on board or you, son. Who's doin' that yellin', I can't make out."
"Whar are you doing here?" "Nothin', Ole Cap'n jes doin' nothin'," said Bob, with the naïveté of a child. "Jes lookin' for you." "Is that your negro?" A sarcastic Lieutenant was asking the question. "He's my servant, sir." "Well, we don't allow soldiers to take their valets to the field." "My servant at home, sir, I meant. He came of his own accord."
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