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The Indian grinned and grunted acquiescence, and Creed inserted his arm between two logs and withdrew a squat, black bottle. "Here's some reg'lar ol' 'rig'nal red-eye. An' here's lookin' at ye," he said, as he removed the cork and sucked greedily at the contents. "Jest tuk a taste fust, 'cause I don't like to give vis'tors whisky I wudn't drink m'self, har, har, har!
He looked up hastily, and saw a blear-eyed youth in a state of drivelling intoxication, staring at him with the expression of an idiot. "That's no business of yours," replied Sam Twitter, sharply. "Well, thash true, 'tain't no b-busnish o' mine. I I'm pretty far gone m'self, I allow; but I ain't quite got the l-length o' drinkin' in a p-public 'ouse wi' th' bl-blue ribb'n on."
"Says I t' m'self at last, 'Aye, 'deed there must be th' spark there what Anna talks about! Jist then I heard yer mother's voice as plain as I hear m' own now at this minute an' what d'ye think Anna says?" "I don't know, Willie." "'So ye haave th' Son ov Maan t' dinner th' day? 'Aye, says I. "'An' givin' 'im yer lavins! "It was like a piece ov stone cuttin' the ball ov m' eye. It cut deep!
I'm takin' all the risks this time m'self, an' I'm goin' to ferret my way under that there madam's winder. You stay outside and gimme the signal. Ef you get cold feet an' leave me in the lurch you don't get no dividends, See?"
His voice cracked and went flat with emotion. He stopped suddenly and let his arms fall slack, his shoulders sag forward. He waggled his head and muttered into his beard, and glanced at Bud with a crafty look. "If I'da took that to m'self, I wouldn't be chorin' around here now for my own son," he lamented. "I'd of saved the quarters, an' I'd of had a few dollars now of my own.
"They're old friends," I told him. "Mac knew her long ago; and all her people." "Well, he's in darned agreeable company," Piegan observed. "She's a mighty fine little woman, far's I've seen. I dunno's I'd know when t' jar loose m'self, if I knowed her an' she didn't object t' me hangin' around. But seein' we ain't in on the reception, we might as well get under the covers, eh?
One of us better head in for the Crossin' an' find out for sure if any uh them fellers come t' the camp, an' what he wanted there. An' seein' nobody outside uh Horner knows I'm in on this play, I reckon I better go m'self. If there should happen t' be a stray trooper hangin' round there, the same would be mighty awkward for you fellers. So I'll go.
Two tables covered with papers, a bed and several chairs were in the room, together with many little jars, bits of gaspipe, lumps of sulphur, phosphorus and lead. "Sit down," said Bludoffski. Mr. O'Royster sat. "I am an Anarchist," Bludoffski began. "'S very nice," Mr. O'Royster replied. "I 's zhinkin' uzzer day 'bout bein' Anarchis' m'self, but Mrs.
"Anthrim's a purty good place fur pigs an' sich to live in," he told the travelers. "Ye see, pigs is naither Fenians nor Orangemen. I get along purty well m'self bekase I sit on both sides ov th' fence at th' same time." "How do you do it, Misther Withero?" Anna asked demurely.
He regarded the corpse as he spoke. "He 's up an' gone, ain't 'e, an' we might as well begin t' look out fer ol' number one. This here thing is all over. He 's up an' gone, ain't 'e? An' he 's all right here. Nobody won't bother 'im. An' I must say I ain't enjoying any great health m'self these days." The youth, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly up.
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