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"I'm sure I don't know, but yes, they mentioned a man named Mooney who was to assist them. Perhaps he is known around the bankers' offices." "We can soon find out. What were you boys going to do this morning?" "I was going back to the tenements to see if I couldn't have Baxter and Girk arrested," said Dick. "If they learn you have escaped, they will probably clear out." "I suppose that's so.
Findlay was ill, and Holden, Mooney, and Cooley had had their fill of Kentucky; but Squire, Neely, Stewart, and Daniel were ready for more adventures. Daniel, too, felt under the positive necessity of putting in another year at hunting and trapping in order to discharge his debts and provide for his family. Near the mouth of Red River the new party built their station camp.
Beaudesart takes it for granted, and so does everybody else. She says she accepted you some time ago." "You lying dog!" I remarked wearily. "I hope I may never stir alive off this seat if I'm not telling you the exact truth. Ask Mooney or Butler." "If I do sleep, would all my wealth would wake me," I murmured, half-unconsciously. "You don't want to marry her, then, after all?"
One of these, Carl Lutz, an unwholesome looking boy, somewhat younger than Buck, was walking beside him, and on the side nearer the curb was Terry Mooney, the youngest of the three, a boy whose, furtive eyes carried in them a suggestion of treachery and sneakiness. "What's the joke, Buck?" asked Bob coldly, as he looked from one to the other of the sniggering faces.
The next morning I asked Mrs. Mooney what time it was when we left the laundry the evening before, and she said half-past eight. Then I recounted the strange experience of the trance, which did not arouse the interest I had expected. "That's nothing. That's the way we all get sometimes," she declared. "If we didn't get into them trance-spells there'd be none of us workin' here at all, at all."
Walter Puddock hesitated a few seconds, and then, without venturing a word of remonstrance, let down his trousers. "See now the guilty tief, he knows what's coming. Shame upon you, Walter Puddock, to disgrace your preceptor so, and make him tell a lie to young Master Keene. Where's Phil Mooney?
Yes, I'd love it!" And Mrs. Mooney beamed. "There! I thought you would! You see, Miss Lee, that's what I used sometimes to give my boy that's the Governor when he was little and got hungry at bedtime." Lindsay, left alone, took off her hat, and with a pull and screw at her necktie and collar-button, dropped into a chair that seemed to hold its fat arms up for her.
There is not a boy in the barony but what is out to bid yer honour welcome this morning." Kit Mooney could not have given a more exact account of what was being done by "the boys" on that morning had he owned all those rich gifts of eloquence which Mr. O'Meagher possessed. Tom Daly at once saw that there was no need for shooting any culprit, and was thankful.
Mooney insisted, as Devlin's was three blocks away, and we had only a half-hour. Across Lexington, across Third Avenue, and down one block, we came to a corner saloon, and filed in the "ladies' entrance." The room was filled with workmen drinking beer and smoking at the little round tables, and when they saw us each man jumped up, and grabbing his glass, went out into the barroom.
Breakfast was over in the boarding house and the table of the breakfast-room was covered with plates on which lay yellow streaks of eggs with morsels of bacon-fat and bacon-rind. Mrs. Mooney sat in the straw arm-chair and watched the servant Mary remove the breakfast things. She mad Mary collect the crusts and pieces of broken bread to help to make Tuesday's bread-pudding.
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