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Who backed you with boats and gear and taught you how to fish so you could hold your own against the outsiders? You know without my telling you." Some of the older fishermen dropped their eyes to the rough board planks at the girl's words. There was no doubt that Lang had been square. But as Blagg had pointed out, a man had to look out for himself.
I reckon he enjoyed it, so he took the cigarettes an' left the pipe tobacco." "They are very good cigarettes, I believe," commented Kiddie. "I've never smoked one myself." "Still, I wonder at Nick Undrell leavin' all that tobacco on the shelf," put in Isa Blagg. "What d'you figure he did next, Rube? Went around to the stables, helped himself t' the best hoss thar, an' rode off, I should say."
Where did you get them? Oh, what a power your pen is!" "Such as it is, Miss Slopham, it is always at your service;" and Mr. Blagg closed his eyes in a faint ecstasy. Unlike literary persons as a class, he was not reluctant to be openly appreciated. "As for the facts," he continued, "they were easily secured.
Joe Blagg was among the last of Mascola's men to come for his money. And though he said nothing when he signed the pay-roll, Blagg nursed a grouch against his employer. Mascola had cursed him out that morning and no livin' dago could do that. He'd get square, or his name wasn't Joe Blagg. The bartender shoved a black bottle toward him as he pocketed his money. "Boss's treat," he announced.
It economizes labor, gives exercise to all the intellectual faculties, and, where one can secure orders for a brace of documents to contradict each other, is, I may say" and here Mr. Blagg coughed a little cough "pleasant to the pocket." "But I want your help still further, dear Mr. Blagg. We must make this poor Indian's cause our own. We must agitate the matter.
Chiverton's example, and let the whole place be cleared of its more respectable inhabitants at one blow, he would lose that inducement." Mr. Gifford laughed, amazed at this suggestion so like a woman, as he afterwards said. "Blagg has served me many years I have the highest respect for him. I cannot see that I am called on to conspire against his interests." Mrs.
I don't deny that the pipe was Nick Undrell's, or the boots, or that the threads of yellow worsted came from Nick's vest. But in spite of these clues, yes, even because of them, I believe that Nick Undrell had nothing to do with this robbery." "Git!" exclaimed Isa Blagg, with a derisive laugh. "S-shoo!" whispered Rube in amazement.
Boys's kiddin' him an' Boris tol' 'em he was't 'fraid no woman. Said he'd show 'em." "Does he live over there?" Gregory asked quickly, pointing toward the Lang hill. Blagg shook his head and nodded in the opposite direction. "Down there," he corrected. "Think he " But Gregory did not wait to hear what Blagg thought. Blagg looked after him stupidly.
He says to the boys that it was every feller for himself and " "Rock's got a mortgage on your house, hasn't he, Joe?" Blagg flushed beneath his tan. "I reckon that ain't got nothing to do with it if he has," he challenged. "And you understand I ain't even sayin' he has. But he's a business man." "And a hypocrite," supplemented Dickie Lang.
Colliding with a man on the sidewalk, he regained his poise by leaning heavily against a sandwich sign-board. "Hello, Blagg. Seen any of my men inside?" Blagg shoved back his cap and eyed the speaker with drunken suspicion. When he recognized the cannery owner, a furtive light crept into his eyes and he beckoned Gregory closer.
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