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A pecking-machine, sir, is all that I am capable of proving myself, out of my cellars; but that you're welcome to, if you think it is worth your while to keep such a thing on your premises." "I do, Joey." "Say no more, sir. The Business's word is my law. And you're a going to take Young Master George Vendale partner into the old Business?" "I am, Joey." "More changes, you see!
"So I suppose, for you certainly were not sleeping." "No, I could not sleep; the fact is, Joey, I am determined to have that girl, Miss Mathews, if I can; a bold attempt for a tinker, you will say, but not for a gentleman born as I was. I thought I never should care for a woman; but there is a current in the affairs of men.
Now if Joey wanted some salt-water experience you should have sent him to sea as quartermaster on one of your own Red Funnel liners; presently he would have worked up to second mate; then first mate, and finally skipper. By that time he would have known the salt-water end of his father's business, after which he could sit in at a desk and learn the business end.
"They faked up an imitation that ain't the word an imaginary actress for the occasion. Joey Noakes told me all about that. She first tried to get some of the old crowd to swear that Mrs. Braddock was the one, but she got a terrible throw-down there. They was all for Mary Braddock, strong. Then what do you think her lawyers up and does?
When the delirium passed away, and Garth lay conscious, but still feverish, his mother was bewailing their desertion. "None come nigh to us, Joey, none come nigh. That's what the worth of neighbors is, my lad. They'd leave us to die, both on us; they'd leave us alone to die, and none wad come nigh." "Alone, mother! Did you say alone?" asked Garth. "We're not alone, mother.
Joey heard the shouting and bounded into my pouch, and I went off as fast as I could. It was a worse hunt than last night, for it was longer, and there was no darkness to help me. I gradually got ahead in the chase, and I knew if I were alone I could distance them all; for we had seen them a long way off.
"I told him he might have a bite," meekly said David, who never could bear to have Joel blamed. "I wanted him to have it," he added cheerfully. "O dear-dear-dear," boohooed Joel. Davie dropped his cake in a worried way. "Don't, Joey," he said, leaning over to look at him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," blubbered Joel. "O dear me!"
But we must not anticipate. The permission given to Joey to stretch his legs induced him to set off as fast as he could to gain the high road before his little friend, Emma Phillips, had left her school. He sat down in the same place, waiting for her coming.
In the meantime the wolves had left the piece of cloth behind them, and were coming up fast with the carriage. "We must fire on them now, sir," said the courier, going back to his seat, "or they will tear the flanks of the horses." McShane and Joey seized their guns, the headmost wolf was now nearly ahead of the carriage; Joey fired, and the animal rolled over in the snow.
"If the deed was not done by you, by whom was it done?" urged Mr Trevor. "If you make no reply to that, I must throw up my brief." "You said just now," returned Joey, "that if I declared myself guilty of the murder, you would still defend me; now, because I say I am not, and will not say who is, you must throw up your brief. Surely you are inconsistent."
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