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"As soon as it's light " muttered Shand, grinding his teeth. "What'll you do then?" demanded Joe. "I'll get him!" said the quiet man. "We have no boat." "Boat or no boat." "Oh, you're going to do great things. He belongs to me." Shand sneered. "Take it out on him with your tongue." Joe replied with a torrent of abuse. Big Jack laughed a harsh note. "You fools!" he said. "Both of you.

"He won't do it," muttered Slater. "The jam is growing. Nobody knows what'll happen if it holds much longer. If the bridge should go " Mellen whirled, crying savagely: "It won't go! All hell couldn't take it out." From the ranks of the workmen came a bellow of triumph, as an unusually heavy ice-floe was swept against the breakers and rent asunder.

His name's Muldoon, and he's a fluid man. Step out, Muldoon. What'll ye have, fellers?" he asked, with the sudden transition from the sublime to the ridiculous, which was one of Blake's delights. "Name your respective pizens, gentlemen. Come, join us, ye gallants of mud-crushers. What, ho! Poker?" and with one stride he was at the table and peering over the hands: "No use, Sammy,

Johnston's mind was fully made up. "Our only chance is for you to get to the shanty at once, Frank. It'll be a hard job, my boy, but you'll have to try it," said he. "But what'll become of you, sir, staying here all alone? The wolves might find you out, and how could you defend yourself then?" asked Frank, in sore bewilderment as to the solution of the dilemma.

"Well then, let's caall the police," he argued in a highly conciliatory mood. "Ye can't be fightin' him here. Sure, ye don't waant to do that. What'll the chafe think? What is it ye'll think av yerself?" At the same time he turned to find the intruder and demand to know what he meant by it, but the latter had already decamped.

He explained the circumstances from his point of view, adding, "And that's the truth, sir, and the truth is the truth, and" triumphantly "that's what'll carry a man through the world!" I could say no more, but could not help remembering his willingness to testify to Sonny's doubtful merits at Pershore Fair. Jim became a widower, but eventually married again; a good woman, who made a capital wife.

Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a plaining hand on his claret waistcoat. Day, Mr Byrne. Day, gentlemen. They paused at the counter. Who's standing? Paddy Leonard asked. I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn answered. Well, what'll it be? Paddy Leonard asked. I'll take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said. How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God' sake?

It will be a good thing for Tillman City, and a good thing" he paused, and looked meaningly at the three faces before him "a mighty good thing for you boys." "We couldn't put it through in time for the election anyhow." "The eighth? That's two weeks." "I know it, but we'd have to work the opposition." "Talk business, Blaney. I'll make it worth your while." "What'll you give?" "For the stock?"

It's all very well for fellows like you three, who have rich people, and can write home any time for a fiver; but I'm not so flush of cash. Look here, Gull, have you got that banjo? Sing us a song." "All right," answered Gull, reaching down and picking a small five-stringed instrument off the floor; "what'll you have?" "Oh, something with a good swing to it. I feel like kicking up a row."

"I am sorry to say, sir, that Master Brownrigg and his son has come to words about our Jane; and it's not agreeable to have folk's daughter quarrelled over in that way," said Old Rogers. "What'll be the upshot on it, I don't know, but it looks bad now. For the father he tells the son that if ever he hear of him saying one word to our Jane, out of the mill he goes, as sure as his name's Dick.