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I seed ye bat Nick Leary wid the leg o' the chair an' I seed that dacent old woman a-hangin' to Bill Brennen's whiskers like a wildcat to the moss on a tree." "An' why not, Denny Nolan?" retorted the girl. "Ye t'ree men was after murderin' that poor lad! D'ye think Mother Nolan was wantin' to see ye carried off to St. John's an' hung by yer neck? Sure, we was fightin' agin ye.
"Up, old girl," he cried, "your nigger countrymen are murderin' us all. If you want to see any of us escape you'd better go and warn 'em. I shall look after number one." Accordingly, with his friend of kindred spirit, he sought refuge in the bush. Mrs Quintal had no desire to see all the white men slaughtered by her countrymen.
"Well, I never!" cried Bess, falling on her knees before the dog's carrier, and likewise worshipping. "Isn't he the cunning, tootsie-wootsie sing? 'E 'ittle dear! Oh, Nan! isn't he a love? How soft his tiny tongue is," for the puppy was indiscriminate in his expressions of affection. "I believe the men must have forgotten him," said Nan. "It's a murderin' shame, as cook would say," Bess declared.
"It's a pity that we shall have to keep watch to-night," said Walter; "one of us will have to do it, I fancy; for though I don't believe these murderin' redskins have pluck to attack us, it would not do to trust to that." Slugs, to whom this remark was addressed, lowered the axe with which he was about to fell a neighbouring tree for firewood.
He had been of service to Burlingame more than once; and he was regarded as a useful man to do odd jobs for his office, as for other offices in Askatoon. "Aw, him that murderin' moloch at Tralee!" exclaimed Patsy when the button was pressed. "That Methodys' fella with the face of a pirate! If there wasn't a better Protistan' than him in the world, the Meeting Houses'd be used for kindlin'-wood.
"Them was murderin' savages, no weak-kneed Mission variety. I'd give two cents to know what scared 'em and what's goin' on over yonder. They were on the rampage, which same means thievin' and killin', or my name ain't Jim Hill." "We're used to Indians," said Adan, with gentle pride. "Oh, be ye?
Well, he's one of these yere murderin' folks, goin' about downin' Mexicans merely to see 'em kick, an' that sort of thing, an' all of which no se'f-respectin' outfit stands. He wins out his name 'Shotgun' them times when he's dep'ty marshal over at Prescott. "'You must be partic'lar an' serve your warrant on a gent before you downs him, says the judge, as he gives Shotgun some papers.
"Too late!" the tortured man almost screamed, "I'm dyin', I tell yuh!" "How long have yo' been like this?" "Three-four days. Maybe five. I lost count." "Who did this thing?" was the fierce question. "'The Terror'!" the reply came in a sobbing wail. "'The Masked Terror' and his murderin' band. I was a prospector. A wagon train was startin' across the Llano, and I tried to warn 'em.
We are really very comfortably fixed in Syracuse." "Well, that's lucky," sighed Porky. "We know where he is for a few hours anyhow. Now there wont be any murderin' done while we find out just what's what." "People are beginnin' to thin out. What time is it? Just five? Great Scott! We better be on our way. Where will we meet?" "Le's stay in the Mounted Police Camp tonight.
But the savages anticipated his intention; ere he could grasp any offensive weapon two of their number leaped upon him, and at the same moment Martin's arms were pinioned in a powerful grasp. "Och, ye murderin' blackguards!" cried Barney, hitting out right and left, and knocking down a savage at each blow. "Now or niver! come on, ye kangaroos!"
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