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You needn't sneak, like any miserable cur, nor put on that smirk to cover up your own acts, though I ain't afraid but what I can come out ahead, and fight my own battles, if you do show the white feather. Where would you be to-day, I'd like to know, if I'd let you gone on with that overgrown tribe of your'n? You know you'd never been worth a cent durin' the whole of your natural life!"
"Ye're God help ye a thief!" "I'm no thief!" the boy returned hotly. "I did but give to a mon what ma feyther shame on him! wrongfully kept from him." "Wrangfully?" cried the little man, advancing with burning face. "'Twas honorably done, keepin' what wasna your'n to keep! Holdin' back his rights from a man!
He sed he didn't feel nothin'. But, by dad, th' first thing that feller knowed he was dead. Yes, he was dead stone dead. So, yeh wanta watch out. Yeh might have some queer kind 'a hurt yerself. Yeh can't never tell. Where is your'n located?" The youth had been wriggling since the introduction of this topic. He now gave a cry of exasperation and made a furious motion with his hand.
At that moment a body of men marched aft from the forecastle, came to a halt at the top of the ladder, and a hoarse voice hailed the cabin. It was the voice of the first mate. "Tumble up, Cap'n," said the officer. "We've got the rest of 'em hard and fast. Tumble up and take command of your ship. She's your'n once more." That was the most gratifying piece of news Jack Gray had ever heard.
In the morning, bravely she tried to face the thing. She even tried, with a tearful smile, to put it to the test of the glad game. She was reminded then of something Nancy had said to her years before: "If there IS a set o' folks in the world that wouldn't have no use for that 'ere glad game o' your'n, it'd be a pair o' quarrellin' lovers!"
The doorman scrutinized him, saw he was no bum of the streets, but quite evidently a gentleman in temporary difficulty. "Maybe," he said, grudgingly. "Gimme the message and I'll see." "Please telephone Mr. Malcolm Lightener that the younger of the gentlemen he called on last evening is here and would like to see him." "Malcolm Lightener, the automobile feller?" "Yes." "Friend of your'n?" "Yes."
"Whang-jacket your gor-righteously imperdence!" he bellowed, "what do you mean by stickin' that fish-hawk beak of your'n into my business and make me lose count? Get to Tophet out of here!" The stranger calmly removed his ear-pads and gazed on the furious selectman with cold, gray and critical eyes. "Your suggestion as to destination is not well considered," he said. "There is no hell.
"'That's specious, but not true, said he; 'but it's a matter rather for my consideration than your'n, and he looked as a feller does when he buttons his trowsers' pocket, as much as to say, you have no right to be a puttin' of your pickers and stealers in there, that's mine. 'We will do better to be less selfish, said he, 'and talk of our great nation.
"The sin-buster an' I had words about you, Joan. Yes'm, he give me quite a line of preachin' about you, Joan, as how you hed oughter develop yer own life in yer own way along the lines laid out by him. I told him as how I knowed best what was right an' fittin' fer my own wife; as how, with a mother like your'n you needed watchin' more'n learnin'; as how you belonged to me an' not to him.
Why don't ye off wid it, man?" "It's moine, dev yez say?" asked Barney, appealing to the speaker. "Sartinly; you killed him. It's your'n by right." "An' it is raaly worth fifty dollars?" "Good as wheat for that." "Would yez be so frindly, thin, as to cut it aff for me?"
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