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Fionn sat in the Chief Captain's seat in the middle of the fort; and facing him, in the place of honour, he placed the mirthful Goll mac Morna; and from these, ranging on either side, the nobles of the Fianna took each the place that fitted his degree and patrimony.
If there's one person in this world I hate, it's Mac Clarke." "Same here," said Dan, drawn to her by the attraction of a common antipathy. "Thinks he can do what he pleases," went on Birdie, bitterly, "with his good looks and easy ways. He'll have a lot to answer for!" Dan sat with his fists locked, staring at the floor.
I thought for a minute they'd pitch into one another and have it out. Wish they had, and not gone stalking round stiff and glum ever since. Mac and I settle our rows with a bat or so over the head, and then we are all right."
It was a natural action; simple curiosity would require that they pause to see who might be in a passing vehicle. The truck drew abreast and slowed. Big Mac was driving. Pancho leaned out and waved. "Hiya, kids!" They echoed him. "Hiya, Pancho." Then the truck was past, en route to the mesa for the day's dry run. Rick drew a deep breath. "In the clear," he said with relief. Suddenly he grinned.
There was abject terror in it, and yet there was also a sort of grisly joy, and his eyes feasted on the silent agony of Mac Strann. "Where?" asked Mac Strann. "Mac," pleaded the vulture who cringed on the floor, "gimme your word you ain't goin' to hold it agin me." "Tell me," said the other, and he framed the face of the vulture between his large hands.
"Look here," continued her husband, fumbling in his trousers pocket and bringing out a dollar, "I'm sick and tired of coffee and bacon and mashed potatoes. Go over to the market and get some kind of meat for breakfast. Get a steak, or chops, or something. "Why, Mac, that's a whole dollar, and he only gave you five for your sign. We can't afford it. Sure, Mac.
We'll just hook onto that barge an' tow it up river." "You won't do nothin' o' the sort, Mac, because that's my barge an' I ain't a-goin' to let it out o' my sight. I've delivered my freight alongside your steamer and prepaid the freight an' it's up to you to handle it." "Gib!" "That's the programme!" "Adelbert," crooned Mr. McGuffey, "ain't you got no heart?
"Why, I see what looks like a patch of dry rot up yonder, that I bet I could stick my fist into," said he. "Looks as if a fellow could stick his head into it, don't it?" returned Wicks. "But there's no good prying into things that can't be mended." "I think I was a Currency Ass to come on board of her!" reflected Mac.
"I think it is an orang-outang," remarked Phil, "and he would make short work of us if he came down." Mac gazed dubiously at the animal. "A'll slauchter him," said he, raising his deadly blunderbuss; but the huge ape seemed to understand the action, and with half a dozen bounds he had vanished, swinging from tree to tree like a living pendulum.
"Our plan," he went on, "as agreed upon at a council after my return from the north, was to hold all above Inneraora in simple defence while lowland troops took the invader behind. Montrose or the Mac Donalds can't get through our passes." "I'm not cock-sure of that, MacCailein," said Splendid.
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