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The voice of another new-arriving casualty broke his thoughts. 'We're winnin', doctor, it was saying exultantly. 'All along the line we're winnin' this time. The Jocks has got right away for'ard, an' the Ghurkies is in wid their killin' knives on our left. An' the Irish is in front av all. Glory be! 'Tis a big foight this time, an' it's winnin' we are.
"Th' same wuz th' boss's uncle, an' he's a McKim fr' th' sole av his feet to th' peak av his head, barrin' th' licker, an' th' min'll go t'rough hell an' hoigh wather fer um, beggin' ye're pardon an' he ain't no dommed angel, nayther, beggin' ut ag'in, miss. "Ye sh'd see th' hand av poker he plays, an' th' beautiful swearin' av um, phwin things goes wrong! An' ye sh'd see um foight wanst!
Engine and tender chugged out from the siding. And Murphy leaned through the window and broke all traffic rules. "Jump on, ye loon!" he yelled to the brakesman standing by the open switch. "Think I'm going to waste steam stopping for you?" The brakesman swung aboard. "All the specials are cancelled to-noight for the foight. We got three miles o' clear track. Go on, Mollie!" But he was wrong.
He was sloidin' along in a trance when we went at him, but der way he come outer dat trance was a shock to der bunch. He's got more foight in him dan any ten blokes I ever seen before." "I'm mighty glad I ran across you, Merry," said Starbright as they walked away. "You are just the fellow to straighten Morgan up and set him on the right track." "Morgan?" questioned Frank. "Yes, Dade Morgan.
The Irishman sidled over to Neale. "Say, did yez hear about Casey?" he inquired, in very friendly fashion. "No, I didn't," replied Neale. He remembered Casey, the flagman, but probably there were many Caseys in that camp. "There wus a foight, out on the line, yisteddy," went on the fellow, "an' the dom' redskins chased the gang to the troop-train. Phwat do you think?
"Mac, it's the same bunch as attacked us day before yisteddy," he observed. "It shure ain't," replied McDermott. "There's a million of thim to- day." He aimed his rifle as if following a moving object, and fired. "Mac, you git excited in a foight. Now I niver do. An' I've seen thot pinto hoss an' thot dom' redskin a lot of times. I'll kill him yit."
I filt sorry for th' gintilmin him putting up sich a good foight this avening so Oi thought if he didn't want to fight, I'd help him pass it off aisy. I had a glass o' liquor in me own hand. I offers it to him.
If 'twas human tore loose that yell he'll be the bether fer help, notwithstandin' there was more av foight nor fear in th' sound." "No, no, no! It's her! It's Diablesse!" He crossed himself. "Sure, an' ut is; bad cess to her altogether. But Oi got a hear-rt in me ribs o'good rid blood that takes relish now an' agin in a bit av a foight. An', man or baste, Oi ain't particular, so 'tis a good wan.
If it's help ye nade, I guess we might be able to scrape up a shooter apiece. We lug 'em along for ballast, ye understand, in the absence o' fire-water. If it's a foighter ye're talking like, ivery devil of a mother's son of us can make a bang like a gun, with a bullet t'rowed in though for meself I prefer a shillalah. I'm going to be in this foight if I have to use a lead pencil. Ain't I Oirish?"
Av ye wur dying fer a foight, ye'd challenge him. Ye're th' biggest coward on th' face av th' earth. Ye give me distriss!" "Vos dot so!" retorted Hans. "Don'd you pelieve me! Vos id my blace to fight mit a blebe?" "Of course it is yer place, ye ignoramus." "Vell, I didn't know dot. Maype I fight him some dime pime-py right avay soon alretty yet." "Oh, no ye won't." "Von't I?"
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