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Keep it; you may need it later on," said Pell, as though the jug were his to give away. "Much obliged," the ranger thanked him, nothing loath. "Come on, Bloke. Good-night. We got him!" He gave the bandit a shove, and two other rangers grasped him by either arm. In a twinkling they were gone, had mounted their horses and were galloping away in the starlight. So everything was over and done with!
'You can speak for yourself, but I can tell yer I don't put MYSELF down as a slave. 'Nor me neither, said Crass sturdily. 'Let them call their selves slaves as wants to. At this moment a footstep was heard in the passage leading to the kitchen. Old Misery! or perhaps the bloke himself! Crass hurriedly pulled out his watch. 'Jesus Christ! he gasped. 'It's four minutes past one!
The woman now turned her lamp on the sailor's rough, swarthy, injured countenance, and looked him over out of her dark, bold eyes: "Joe, this is a nigger, by God!" Johnson and the captain also examined him carefully, and, uttering an oath, the former kicked the prostrate man with his heavy boot. "I popped this bloke last night," he said, "and thought the scold's cure had him.
"No, it wasn't me, Cripps, really," said Loman, pale and quite humble in the presence of his creditor; "it was one of the others Greenfield in the Fifth; the fellow, you know, who struck you on Saturday." "What, him?" exclaimed Cripps, astonished for once in a way. "That bloke? Why, he looked a honest sort of chap, he did, though I do owe him one."
'Nice thing ter keep me witin' all night for yer to come aht. She saw that he had been drinking, and answered humbly. 'I'm very sorry, Jim, but I went in to Sally, an' 'er bloke 'ad been knockin' 'er abaht, an' so I sat with 'er a bit. 'Knockin' 'er abaht, 'ad 'e? and serve 'er damn well right too; an' there's many more as could do with a good 'idin'! Liza did not answer.
Harlow maintained an awestruck silence, and Philpot continued: 'I had a drink the other night with a butcher bloke what used to serve this parson with meat, and we was talkin' about what a strange sort of death it was, but 'e said 'e wasn't at all surprised to 'ear of it; the only thing as 'e wondered at was that the man didn't blow up long ago, considerin' the amount of grub as 'e used to make away with.
"They're clean off me, I reckon," said Leary a little pathetically, the reference being presumably to the pestiferous police. "That was a good idea of yours for me to go up into Canada and work at a real job for a while. Must a worked hard enough to change my finger prints. Some bloke died in Kansas awhile back and got all the credit for being the old original Red Leary."
"And throw a poor girl out of work to step into her shoes." "Nuthin' of the sort, as I told yer. She's been threatenin' fer months to git married, but it 'urts 'er to give up a good billet an' live on three pounds a week. Yer'd do the bloke a kindness, if yer made me give 'er the sack." "It's no use. My mother wouldn't listen to it. For years she's half starved herself to keep me out of a shop.
"See that bloke there?" he asked, pointing at Quest. "The guy with the linen collar?" the other answered. "I see him." "That's Quest, the detective," the Irishman went on hoarsely. "That's the man who got me five years in the pen, the beast. That's the man I've been looking for. You're my mate, Jim, eh?" "I guess so," the other grunted. "Are you going to try and do him in?" "You wait!"
Black, mischievous eyes, with the devil's light in them; hair curly, crispy, frisky, luxuriant, all tossing over her head and shoulders, and an awfully enticing manner. A portly old bloke was with her her father, I afterward learned. Somehow my hat blew off. She laughed. I laughed. Our eyes met. I made a merry remark. She laughed again; and there we were, introduced.
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