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Raffarty to the castle, and Larry standing beside it: his lordship instantly threw up the sash, and holding between his finger and thumb a six shilling piece, cried, "Larry, my friend, let me have the horses." "You shall have 'em your honour," said Larry. Mr. Dennis Garraghty appeared below, speaking in a magisterial tone. "Larry, my brother must have the horses."
"Well, and suppose," replied Larry, "is not it all for my good, and yours too, plase your honour?" said Larry, looking very shrewdly. "My good!" said Lord Colambre, startled. "What have I to do with it?" "Haven't you to do with the roads as well as me, when you're travelling upon them, plase your honour?
I wrenched my face from the smothering contact. "Don't trust her, Larry!" I cried and again the grip choked me. "Is that devil in front of you or behind you, old man?" he asked quietly, eyes never leaving the priestess. "If he's in front I'll take a chance and wing him and then you scoot and warn Lakla." But I could not answer; nor, remembering Yolara's threat, would I, had I been able.
Uncle Larry and Dear Jones were enticing each other into a bet on the ship's run of the morrow. "I'll give you two to one she don't make 420," said Dear Jones. "I'll take it," answered Uncle Larry. "We made 427 the fifth day last year." It was Uncle Larry's seventeenth visit to Europe, and this was therefore his thirty-fourth voyage. "And when did you get in?" asked Baby Van Rensselaer.
Larry had also a very sweet voice, and in singing the wild ballads of the country, could make people laugh or cry, just as it pleased him to do. Larry coveted, more than any thing in the world, the old fiddle of his master. Dermot was willing to sell it, as he had a better, but he said he could not part with it even to his favorite pupil, for less than a crown.
Larry had taken charge of the man whom Gerald supposed to be O'Harrall. The ruffian at first waited along quietly enough, but by the way he turned his head he was evidently on the watch for an opportunity of escaping.
"That old fraud!" cried Larry. "He left because he was kicked out," came from another. "And he is a criminal," put in Dick. "I can prove it, if he wants me to do it." "Oh, you can talk all you please," growled Lew Flapp. "I know what I know, and don't you forget it. And what is more, Dick Rover, don't you expect me to knuckle under to you.
When he finished the task, strange to his clumsy hands, Larry had regained consciousness and lay trying pitifully to stifle his moans. "Does it make you feel aisier, Mouse?" Dan leaned close to the quivering lips to catch the answer. "It helps fine," Larry answered, and fainted again. "You'll be leavin' me stay wid him, sir?" Dan begged. "'T was for me he's come to this."
He was going forth with two forces in arms against him, the police and his pals, and he had no desire to be a shining mark for either or both by stepping through a lighted doorway. "Larry, my son, you're all right!" said Hunt, gripping his hand in the darkness. "Listen, boy: if ever you're trapped and can get to a telephone, call Plaza nine-double-o-one and say 'Benvenuto Cellini." "All right."
"I'm afraid we will have to be going," said Dr. Dale, glancing at his watch. "The ferries are apt to be crowded at this hour, too. But we'll wish you all success at your new venture, Larry. If you always do as well as you did this afternoon, you'll soon be acquiring a big reputation." They all shook hands with Larry and Mr. Allard, and went out to where Dr. Dale's automobile was waiting for them.
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