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I rejoice that Terry was not a West-Pointer, that he belonged to your army, and that he had the same troops with which Butler feared to make the attempt.
The wonderful white and pink and auburn lady had been looking at Terry with open admiration; but now the light of interest faded from the good-natured face under the girlish hat. "O-oh," she commented in a tone of ingenuous disappointment, "you're only the the chawffur, then."
His antagonist could not have fallen flatter had he been dropped from the roof of a house. "Mark the first fall for Deerfut," called out Terry, hastily clambering to his feet, the Shawanoe extending his hand to help. This result weakened the confidence of the Irish lad in himself, that is, so far as concerned his opponent.
"Oh, man, man! Did he do for Larrimer? And I ain't spoiling his story. He won't talk about it. Wouldn't open his face about it all the way home. A pretty neat play, boys. Larrimer was looking for a rep, and he wanted to make it on Black Jack's son. Came tearing in. "At first Terry tried to sidestep him. Made me weak inside for a minute because I thought he was going to take water.
"'Ho, ho! says the squire, stoppin' short about two steps aff, and turnin' round facin' my father, 'is it you that's in it? an' how's all with you, Terry Neil? "'Thank your honour, says my father, gettin' courage, 'you were always a civil spoken gintleman, God rest your honour.
Terry and Joseph peered into its inner workings, and the first verdict was confirmed. "There's an imperfection in the metal," said expert Terry. In his place, I fear I should not have been capable of such magnanimity. I should have let the whole blame rest upon my rival's reckless stupidity as a driver. "It's plain you can do nothing with your car in that condition," he went on. "Coil of rope?
"Miss Eileen has a lovely head of hair," Susan acknowledged. "And yet," said Patsy, "Miss Stella's my choice. Did you ever take notice of her side-face? It's the purtiest, softest thing I ever seen. I think I seen somethin' like it wance, but where I disremimber." "Which of the young ladies is Mr. Terry sweet on, Mr. Kenny?" "Bedad, I don't know, ma'am." Patsy scratched his head.
He soon came near enough to be recognized. It was Terry. Zac and Margot hurried to the shore to meet it, and in a short time both were on board the Parson. Great was the joy that was evinced by Terry at the return of his captain. He had a host of questions to ask about his adventures, and reproached Zac over and over for not allowing him to go also.
There was something familiar about her appearance, Miss Terry could not say what it was. She came hurrying along the sidewalk with a preoccupied air, and seemed about to pass the steps without seeing the package lying there. But just as she was opposite the window, her eye caught the gleam of the white paper. She paused.
Outside I've got El Sangre saddled with a saddle I bought out of the same money. They're my start in life, the clothes I've got on and the gun and the horse and the saddle. So I'm starting clean Miss Cornish!" Vance saw his sister wince under that name from the lips of Terry. But she did not speak. "There'll be no return," said Terence sadly. "My trail is an out trail. Good-by again."
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