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He took a sudden dash half-way down the length of the long room, as if going to the extreme other end of the plant, then suddenly whirled and retraced his steps to meet Biff coming after him; made an equally sudden dart for the mysterious switch-board, and seized a lever as if to throw it, but suddenly changed his mind, apparently, and went away, leaving Mr.
"A moment ago you were drawing like a square-rigger before a quartering gale, and now you're shaking in the wind yes, and likely to be aback, if you don't watch out." The teeth locked in the bosun's head so hard a jolt for so smoothly delivered a blow! He gazed amazed. Again a deceptive swing or two, a fiddling with one hand and the other, a moment of rapid foot-work, a quick side-step, and biff!
"I don't know yet," said Biff. "I'll knock your block off first and think about it afterward!" Mr. Ripley hastily drew his overalls back on and slipped the straps over his shoulders with a snap. "You'll tell me when you're going to do it, won't you?" he asked banteringly, and, a full head taller than Mr. Bates, glared down at him a moment in contempt. Then he laughed.
Biff, the conservative; Biff, whose vote was invariably for the negative on any proposition involving an investment of Bobby's funds, unexpectedly added his weight for the affirmative. "It's a good stunt, Bobby. Go to it," he counseled, and the Caravaggio smiled down at him. Again Bobby laughed. "All right, Biff," said he. "I'll hunt up the manager of the Orpheum right away."
Two of the stock-holders came in at this moment, and Agnes went down into the store to find Biff Bates and Nellie Platt, for there was much shopping to do. Agnes had taken pretty Nellie under her chaperonage, and every day now the girls were busy with preparations for certain events in which each was highly interested.
"If you don't bloomin' well march better, I won't arf biff you one, I won't," I heard, as the head of a strange little procession came round the traverse. At the rear of six burly but downcast Germans, came Private John North, late Conscientious Objector, driving his prisoners along with resounding oaths and the blood-chilling manoeuvres of a bayonet that he brandished in his left hand.
No foolin' now, 'r I blow a hole through ye!" Haggerty wheeled quickly. "'S that you, Dorgan? Come up." "Haggerty?" said the astonished patrolman. "An' Mitchell an' I've been watchin' these lights fer an hour!" "Some one's been here, though; so y' weren't wasting your time. I climbed up th' fire-escape in th' alley an' got a nice biff on th' coco for me pains.
Even before the fierce Ricardo had gone into his dressing-room he was already taking upon himself the deadly character of Don José, and his face surged red with fury when he saw Biff Bates, gaily laughing as if no doom impended, come in at the stage door with the equally gay and care-free Caravaggio.
Paste him, Biff!" "Biff!" repeated Mr. Ripley, suddenly dropping his hands. "Biff who?" "Mr. Biff Bates, the well-known and justly celebrated ex-champion middleweight," announced Bobby with a grin. "Mr. Ripley Mr. Bates." "Biff Bates!" repeated Con Ripley. "Why didn't some of you guys tell me this was Biff Bates? Mr. Bates, I'm glad to meet you." And with much respect he held forth his hand.
He forgave the lips, recalling only the eyes. With his hand still pressed against the porch railing, the young man suddenly recalled Biff Farnham, his cool gray eyes as instantly hardening, his lips pressed together. What possible part in the dusk of the shadowed past did that disreputable gambler play?
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