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"I'm not packing a gun, but I'd like to lick a few of you fellows that tried to rough-house the dance I gave. Didn't cost you a cent; music, supper, everything furnished for you folks to have a good time and the way you had it was to wreck the place like the rotten-souled hoodlums you are. Now, who is it wants to fix the damn Lorrigans?"
"Oh, you Dunk!" "Go on away!" called Dunk, shouting out of the window. "Oh, for the love of mush!" "Look at him!" "Girls, all right!" "Come on up and rough-house 'em!" These cries greeted the appearance out of the window of the upper part of Dunk's body, attired in a gaudy waistcoat. "Is that door locked, Andy?" gasped Dunk, hurriedly pulling in his head. "Yes." "Slip the bolt then.
And if it happened I was out of dough, Bill was right there to make a little loan. Generous, that was Bill, and one good pal. A great old place it was, that place of Bill's. Them was the happy days!-them was the days. I never will forget that good-bye party The night that Prohibition was wished on us. You bet it wasn't any rough-house then.
Mostly it's female voices that floats up, and they was all tuned to the saw-filin' pitch. A pasty-faced young gent wearin' a green eye-shade and an office coat comes beatin' it up the marble steps, and I fires a question at him on the fly. "Is it a gen'ral rough-house number," says I, "or have the suffragettes broke loose again?"
"He's just a big stiff. I took his measure as soon as I looked at him. He won't bother you again. I know his kind. He's a dog. Roughhouse? He couldn't rough-house a milk wagon." "But how do you do it?" she asked breathlessly. "Why are men so afraid of you? You're just wonderful." He smiled in an embarrassed way and changed the subject. "Say," he said, "I like your teeth.
It's something in her manner. I guess it's a trick these society girls learn. You've seen a bouncer handling a souse. He doesn't rough-house him. He just puts his arm round his waist and kind of suggests he should leave the place. Well, it's like that." "But doesn't Kirk kick? He used to like having us around." His friend laughed. "Kick? Kirk? You should see him!
"You want it rough-house, do you? Bowers likes me to sing it more seriously, but it always makes me think about a story my grandmother used to tell." Fred pointed to the chair behind her. "Won't you rest a moment and tell us about it? I thought you had some notion about it when you first sang it for me." Thea sat down.
He did not tell her what he thought. "I've got to find out what the devil has happened to Fred!" he said. "You go back to the car. Send your brother here on the run. Tell him there's going to be a rough-house. You're not afraid to go?" "No," said the girl. A shadow blacker than the night rose suddenly before them, and a voice asked sternly but quietly: "What are you doing here?"
That Spot was only three days in coming back, and, as usual, celebrated his arrival with a rough-house. We spent the winter and spring, after our own outfit was across the pass, freighting other people's outfits; and we made a fat stake. Also, we made money out of Spot. If we sold him once, we sold him twenty times. He always came back, and no one asked for their money. We didn't want the money.
"'Muffin' of course!" snapped Redmond angrily, "what d'ye take me for? a 'rough-house meal ticket'?" "All right!" said Yorke soothingly, "don't lose your temper!" It may have been a shrewdly-calculated attempt to attain that end; and yet again it may have been only sheer mechanical habit that prompted him to stretch forth his hands in the customary salute of the ring.
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