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Irish shrugged. "Oi mane this," he answered. "Moncrossen is a har-rd man altogether. He hates a greener. He thinks no wan but an owld hand has any business in th' woods, an' 'tis his boast that in wan season he'll make a lumberjack or a corpse out av any greener. "An' comin' from Appleton hisself he'll hate ye worse'n ever, f'r he'll think ye'll be afther crimpin' his bird's-eye game.

Spike, with burning face, bolted for the door. "Come back here!" bellowed Hippy Wingate. "You've forgotten something," pointing to the gold-piece that lay where Emma Dean had placed it before Spike's plate. "I never did see anyone so careless with money." The red-headed lumberjack returned slowly, picked up the gold-piece and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. "Never mind.

Henry had made several cautious visits to the scene of operations, which he viewed from the high branches of a tall pine, and, upon descending, soundly boxed the ears of a lumberjack who attempted to make friends with him. "Tom," said Grace one evening after a few hours spent by her watching the work, "who is the short, thick-set lumberjack with the red hair?"

Oh, let's go," cried Emma. "Better listen to the voices of nature," answered Tom laughingly. "A lumberjack dance is no place for a refined woman, or man either, for that matter. Where to, Grace?" "The general store. I'll go in. The girls had better stay on their horses, for I don't like the looks of things in Bisbee's."

"It's further." "That's a lie! It ain't. And don't lie to me, or I'll kill you!" "Who are you?" she heard herself asking. "And why are you acting this way with me?" The man leaned suddenly forward. "You mean to tell me you don't know?" "A lumberjack, maybe, who's lost his way like myself?" His expression changed abruptly. "What you luggin' this for?" He indicated the revolver. "For protection."

Don't want no truck with them critters." "That's all right, old dear. You just keep right on with the outfit, and if a lumberjack so much as looks at you, set the bear on him. I know what Henry can do in that direction, having had a run-in with him myself." "Don't ye 'old-dear' me!" growled Joe. "Started that agin, have ye? Miss Wingate, if ye don't tame that husband of yers with a club, I will."

"Good old Irish," he muttered, and smiled as he thought of himself, Bill Carmody, proud of the friendship of a lumberjack. He had come to know that in the ceaseless whirl of society the heavier timbers the real men are thrown outward forced to the very edges of the bowl, where they toil among big things upon the outskirts of civilization. He pulled off his heavy mitten and fumbled for his pipe.

"And I don't intend to marry a lumberjack and continue to live in these woods," she went on earnestly, as if she found pleasure in this opportunity to announce her rebellion. Despite her defiance, however, there was a note of sad resignation in her voice. "You don't know a thing about it, Moira.

There was a mighty crackling of dry twigs close at hand, and a voice commanded gruffly, "Hands up!" Instinctively Hedin elevated his hands as he stared into the muzzle of a revolver. Beyond the revolver he saw the grinning face of Mike Duffy, erstwhile lumberjack, then bootlegger, and now policeman; under the Hicks regime. "Shaved her off, eh?" taunted the man.

Also, he was a lumberjack, and since lumberjacks never speak to the "main push" unless first spoken to, he did not regard it as all necessary to bring himself to Hector McKaye's notice when his alert intelligence informed him that The Laird had failed to recognize him in his going-away habiliments.