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While at Danville one officer was shot in the hand, by the guard, who fired at random through the window, because one of the officers accidentally spilled some water on the window sill, and it ran down upon him. Major D. Colden Ruggles, died in the hospital, and Lieutenants Baily, Quigley, Harris, Helm and Davis, escaped by means of the oven heretofore described.
"Thanks," said Waring, nodding to the assistant. Donovan heaved himself round. "Why, hello, Jim! I didn't hear you come in." Waring's cool gray eyes held Donovan with a mildly contemptuous gaze. Still the gunman did not speak. "Did you land 'em?" queried Donovan. Waring shook his head. "Hell!" exclaimed Donovan. "Then, what's the answer?" "Bill, you can't bluff worth a damn!" Quigley laughed.
Quigley rushed at Jim, spitting oaths, but he was a better fighter than he appeared to be, and was prepared for the other's swift, cutting left hand by this, and, ducking, he landed both fists on Jim's body.
Margaret had returned his knife to him, and he was carrying it in his hand when his attention was attracted astern to our wake. Mike Cipriani and Bill Quigley had managed to catch the lazily moving log-line and were clinging to it. The Elsinore was moving just fast enough to keep them on the surface instead of dragging them under.
If Ethel makes for her uncle purses, guard-chains, antimacassars, and the like beautiful and useful articles, I believe it is in reality Miss Quigley who does four-fifths of the work, as she sits alone in the schoolroom, high, high up in that lone house, when the little ones are long since asleep, before her dismal little tea-tray, and her little desk containing her mother's letters and her mementos of home.
Three times he tried to dash Done to the ground, but the latter was lithe as a serpent, and his limbs writhed themselves about Quigley and clung tenaciously. The crowd was shouting the two men's names, and exchanging cries of triumph and abuse.
'I could use a little cash, Carr admitted carelessly. 'I've got in pretty deep with the Quigley mining outfit. I made Longstreet a proposition I am a trifle short, I guess, he concluded lamely. 'I see, responded Howard, whereas he saw nothing at all very clearly. He busied himself with his pen, shook it savagely, opened his cheque-book. 'Ten thousand this trip, wasn't it? Carr hesitated.
He wanted me to reload. I threw on the safety, opened the magazine, and tilted the rifle so that he could let the fresh cartridges of themselves slide into place. "Get some more," I told him. Scarcely had he departed on the errand when Bill Quigley, who lay at my feet, created a diversion.
Kyley shouted an uncomplimentary summary of Quigley's character from behind the counter. Jim alone advanced to interfere. 'Drop it, Quigley, he said quietly, but his warmer feelings stirred. 'Blast it, man, let the girl be! 'An' have my brains knocked out with a bottle? I'll see you flaming first! Done pressed Aurora's fingers apart, and threw the bottle behind the counter.
"I wouldn't go for to be sayin' anythin' to set her agin them," Mrs. Brian Kilfoyle remarked on some such occasion. "But, goodness forgive me! I've no likin' for them two little brats. I'd misthrust them." "Ah, sure they've no sinse," said Biddy Ryan. "Where'd they git it? And the biggest of them, I'd suppose, under four year ould." "Sinse!" said Mrs. Quigley.
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