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'Never underestimate your adversary." The gravity of his tone impressed Tommy, but had little effect upon Julius. "You think Mr. Brown might come along and take a hand? If he does, I'm ready for him." He slapped his pocket. "I carry a gun. Little Willie here travels round with me everywhere." He produced a murderous-looking automatic, and tapped it affectionately before returning it to its home.
He said it evenly, without passion, and immediately withdrew his features from the other's scrutiny. But the captain was satisfied. He slapped his thigh with delight. "It stings, eh, Roy? It burns! It runs through your veins like fire! Doesn't it? It's a hot thought. And here's another one to keep it company You can do nothing to prevent it! To hairy old Fitz she'll go and you can't prevent it!
"Well, gentlemen," he concluded, "I've taken up your time long enough. I hope to see you in my office to-morrow, Mr. Perlmutter." Morris nodded and was about to shake hands with his visitor when Abe slapped his thigh in a sudden realization of his inhospitality. "Mr. Steuermann," he exclaimed, "wouldn't you smoke something?" He jumped to his feet and thrust a huge gold-banded cigar at Mr.
"Mustn't let 'em catch you napping. You would look foolish then, wouldn't you?" He broke off with a sounding laugh and slapped a silly leg. "How about it, gents?" inquired Jack Harpe. "Are you riding for me or not?" "You wanting to know right now this minute?" "I don't have to know right now, because I won't be ready for you to begin for two or three weeks, but knowing would help my plans a few.
It climbed out, and straightaway marched to another village five miles distant. The darkness had come down huge motor-wagons shouldered them off the road into gutters, where they found themselves ankle deep in the mud-heaps scraped by the road gangs. Every second wagon blinded them with its two glaring gig-lamps, and slapped up the mud on to their cheeks.
As the lock door opened, there was another noise from the passage they had just left, as if something had thudded briefly and heavily against one of the bulkheads. Kerim uttered a little gasp. Then they were in the lock, and Gefty slapped down two other buttons, stood watching the door behind them snap shut and, a few seconds later, the one on the far side open on the dark storage deck.
The sentries at the guard-house were being changed as the five tramped by along the snapping and protesting board walk, and a sturdy little chap, in fur cap and gauntlets, and huge buffalo overcoat, caught sight of them and, facing outward, slapped his carbine down to the carry the night signal of soldier recognition of superior rank as practised at the time. "That's little Kennedy, isn't it?
It looks as though you had better be stationed on deck when we reach the danger zone. Come down now and get you supper. You never want to go into danger when you are hungry." He slapped Beany on the back and passed on. The boys followed, suddenly conscious that they had omitted the important ceremony of dinner, but Beany was almost too nervous to eat.
Parker slapped one knee. "It's over there ha, ha art . . . " "Well it was, is," Patrick said. "Yes, yes, no doubt." Parker dropped him off at the Depresso. "Thanks for the raise." "You earned it, Patrick. See you in the morning." Patrick skipped down the stone steps to the Depresso patio. Willow was reading at a table, leaning back, her long legs stretched out before her, crossed at the ankles.
The other two ... women are barred. And look...." He slapped a wallet on the table and extracted a red card, "'member of the Communist Partei Karl Stinnes," he read. "Listen, there are 75,000 rifles in Alexander Platz, waiting for the day." "Where did you learn your English, von Stinnes?" "Oxford. Italian in Padua. French, m'sieur, in Paris. During the war." The baron laughed.
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