United States or Botswana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Then, again, the glow of the smouldering cinders had a fascination for him that held him to the spot. Cully also seemed spellbound. The only view of the smoking ruins that satisfied him seemed to be the one he caught over young McGaw's shoulder. He moved closer and closer, sniffing about cautiously, as a dog would on a trail.
Billy dropped his manure-fork as soon as Cully had moved on again, and dodging behind the fence, followed him toward the post-office, hoping to hit the singer with a stone. When the slinking body of McGaw's eldest son became visible to Mr. Crimmins, his face broke into creases so nearly imitative of a smile that his best friend would not have known him.
Police-Justice Rowan, the prospective candidate for the Assembly, who had acquired some landed property by the purchase of expired tax titles, agreed to furnish the certified check for five hundred dollars and to sign McGaw's bond for a consideration to be subsequently agreed upon.
"God help me! what can I do? I've no man to stand by me, an' somebody's got to be boss." McGaw's failure to undermine Tom's business with Babcock, and his complete discomfiture over Crane's coal contract at the fort, only intensified his hatred of the woman.
The meanness of the whole affair offended him two big, strong men vilifying a woman with no protector but her two hands. McGaw should never lift a shovel for him. Again the song floated out; this time it seemed nearer, ". . . wid McGeechy McGeechy of the Fourth." "Dan McGaw's giv'n it to you straight," said Lathers, stopping for a last word, his face thrust through the window again.
McGaw's bondsman present?" asked the president, rising. Justice Rowan rose, and bowed with the air of a foreign banker accepting a government loan. "I have that honor, Mr. Prisident. I am willing to back Mr. McGaw to the extent of me humble possissions, which are ample, I trust, for the purposes of this contract" looking around with an air of entire confidence.
They never lifted their hands on a decent job in their lives, an' don't want to. When my man Jack was out of work for four months last winter, and there wasn't a pail of coal in the house, wasn't Quigg gittin' his four dollars a day for shootin' off his mouth every night at O'Leary's, an' fillin' the men's heads full of capital and rights? An' Dan McGaw's no better.
"Ye've got it straight," said Tom; "that's just what I think meself." Then, turning to the stranger: "Go home and tell yer man to go to bed. I'll touch nothin' that'll break the heart of any woman. The job's McGaw's. I'll throw up me bid."
Quigg's failure to coax away one of Tom's men ended active operations against Tom, so far as the Union was concerned. It continued to listen to McGaw's protests, but, with an eye open for its own interests, replied that if Grogan's men would not be enticed away it could at present take no further action.
After he had been at work for a month, however, he found that he ran behind. He began to see that, in spite of its boastings, the Union had really done nothing for him, except indirectly with its threatened strike. The Union, on the other hand, insisted that it had been McGaw's business to arrange his own terms with Schwartz.
Word Of The Day