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"After the National," answered Albert. "Yes, my boy, you'll get your 'alf-dollar at Christmas same as usual if so be you deserves it." Jerry sneered. "Albert thinks he's goin' to get the ride," he cried. "Likely! G-r-r-r!" Albert was unmoved as a mountain and as coldly majestic. "I don't think. I knows," he said, folding his arms. "What do you know then?"
The intruder's marksmanship was poor, but the dog paid no attention to it. "One of the few animals that show no fear of gun-fire," muttered Kennedy, in undisguised admiration. "G-r-r-r," we heard from the police dog. "She has made a leap at the hand that holds the gun," cried Kennedy, now rising and moving rapidly in the same direction.
Swinging this by the head of its fall, he flung it with all his might at Finn, at the same time rising erect in the saddle and spurring his horse forward at the gallop to ride the supposed dingo down. "G-r-r-r, you thieving swine! I'll teach ye!" The voice was strange to Finn, and very hoarse and harsh.
"Ah, ditch the tragic stuff, Old Sport, while I sketch out how it was all my fault," says he, or words to that effect. "G-r-r-r!" says Uncle, slashin' away enthusiastic with his sword. If our hero had been a second or so late in his moves there would be little left to add. But heroes never are. And when this Cap. Yohness party got into action he was a reg'lar bear-cat.
"Crack!" almost in her face came a second spit of fire in the darkness, and a bullet crashed through the leaves and buried itself in a tree with a ping. The intruder's marksmanship was poor, but the dog paid no attention to it. "One of the few animals that show no fear of gunfire," muttered Kennedy, in undisguised admiration. "G-R-R-R," we heard from the police-dog.
But he was in desperate despondency. "It's all that infernal cat, Mary," he groaned; she kissed that knotted forehead. He asked her: "By the way, where's that other brute? the beast we brought here with us?" She peered low. "I've just fed the poor thing." Attracted by her movement, that orange cat which had wrought the fearful disaster came forth from beneath the table. "G-r-r-r!"
He had "bin 'done for' in the back! 'E'd bin give' no charnst. G-r-r-r!" they groaned in chorus. "Wisht" they'd "bin there when 'e'd bin 'it!" They'd "'ave done fur somebody" themselves. It was a story which had a queer effect on them.
In time the servant came to the door. "Ach!" she cried at the sight of Julia, and, "G-r-r-r!" and other exclamations, uttered very gutturally and with upraised hands. She was a country girl from some remote district, and she spoke a very unintelligible patois; at least Rawson-Clew found it so, his companion, apparently, was used to it.
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