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Enough to say that, when for hours each had extended all his pow'rs, toward the quiet evenfall O'Dowd succumbed to young McCall. The champion was a willing lad. He gave the public all he had. His was a genuine fighting soul. He'd lots of speed and much control. No yellow streak did he evince. He tackled apple-pie and mince. This was the motto on his shield "O'Dowds may burst. They never yield."
He poured out his hopelessness and rage in obscenities that made even the hardened newspaper man wince. He cursed Jimmy, the police, Professor Brierly, McCall, everything and everybody to which he could lay tongue. Jimmy looked at him pityingly, understandingly, and left him, raging and cursing. Jimmy decided to go home and bask in the camp's domestic quiet.
These classes embraced more than fifty officers who afterwards became generals on one side or the other in the rebellion, many of them holding high commands. All the older officers, who became conspicuous in the rebellion, I had also served with and known in Mexico: Lee, J. E. Johnston, A. S. Johnston, Holmes, Hebert and a number of others on the Confederate side; McCall, Mansfield, Phil.
"How many pies did you eat yesterday?" Washy considered. "A good few." "How many? Twenty?" "More than that. I lost count. A good few." "And you feel as well as ever?" "I feel fine." Mr. McCall dropped his glasses. He glowered for a moment at the breakfast table. His eye took in the Health Bread, the imitation coffee-pot, the cereal, the nut-butter.
He said: "I shall be happy, of course, to avail myself of the opportunity to meet face to face such an interesting group of men, men who have had such a large share in making the history of this country, in the Civil War and since. But surely, Mr. McCall, such men do not hold an annual reunion with their Tontine insurance agreement as the sole tie to hold them together.
The murderer was about to take a bite, but he changed his mind. It was too hard, or too bitter, or too sour." He changed the subject abruptly. "And what will the District Attorney of New York County do about August Schurman's murder? That, at least, is in your jurisdiction, Mr. McCall." "Yes, that is in my jurisdiction.
He was on his way to see that all proper preparations had been made in the space devoted to his service on the orlop deck for the reception of the wounded. "Dr McCall," I cried out to him. "I would not have ventured to have spoken to you, situated as I now am, under any other circumstances, but I have a great favour to ask of you, sir." He stopped and listened.
However, Doctor McCall was never meant by Nature for a solitary man housed alone with morbid thoughts: he was the stuff out of which useful citizens are made John Andersons of husbands, doting, gullible fathers. Remembering the bar in his life, his skeleton, ghost or whatever it was, he was only moved to get up and stretch himself, saying, "I've stayed in Berrytown too long.
He spoke to McCall: "Did we hear Flynn say that he told his comrades when he came here that he would have to leave on an important errand today?" McCall and Jimmy nodded. Professor Brierly's gravity became more profound. He sprang to his feet. He said emphatically: "Call New York at once, Mr. McCall. Do not waste a minute. Tell them to take extreme precautions in watching Flynn.
You see I was nineteen and Dorothy was eighteen and the year was 1834. But Lamborn. I had made an enemy of him. Rather, he had turned himself into my enemy. He was running with a gang of rough fellows called the McCall boys. They drank and fought, using clubs or stones or knives.
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