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Updated: June 10, 2025
Got the temper that goes with red hair, I guess. I remember a red-haired girl I used to know in Detroit " A grin succeeded the worried look on Scott's face; evidently the adventure with the red-haired girl had had its humorous side. "Well, get up, Romeo, we've got to reach that girl before Mendoza dumps her in the ditch and gets her mussed up or the boss'll fire us both."
Yer git that, don't yer? So come on down an' git this, an' that'll make two things yer git," he laughed boisterously, adding: "It's a weddin' present, an' if yer don't git a move on maybe the boss'll come his own se'f!" I could see from the woman's face that she was in a towering rage, but she went lithely as a girl, for all her years to the landing.
"The boss'll scare you if you get to firing guns this night," the first voice swore; and a man laughed, insolently. Then the kitchen door banged, and Collins sprang up electrically. "I don't like this one bit," he muttered. "Macartney's not in the house, or his men wouldn't dare be yelling like that; and Charliet's not there, either, or he'd have been out.
"We got to hold ye," Paw spoke up unctiously, as if the decision had been his. "Ef a crime's been committed, like you say it has, we got to do our duty an' hold ye. The boss'll know what to do with ye like I said all along; when I hauled ye down outa that tree, for instance. "Aw, shut up, Paw, you ol' fool, you," Hank commanded again with filial gentleness.
"Good stuff!" commented Tweet. "And he fell for it, did he?" She flipped out her palms in a little gesture. "I'm here, ain't I? Waited table from seven to three last night, and came behind the counter here at five-thirty this morning. The boss'll relieve me at twelve o'clock. Guess I'll sleep some to-night!" "Fine business! Makin' good, eh?" "I'm not fired yet, am I?" Her white teeth flashed.
The boss'll shore have t' look into it when he gits here. Lucky we made up our minds t' hold yuh a murderer, like as not." He filled his pipe with deliberation, while Casey, his jaw sagging, stared from one to the other. Casey had meant to accuse them to their faces of shooting Barney and the burros from the rim-rock.
He came up beside her and stared at the money. Then he turned to look at Sarah Judd. "What's up?" he demanded. "Private business. Don't ask questions; you'd only get lies for answers. Go and earn your money." "Miss' Conant, she's gone to Millbank herself. Ef she sees me there, I'll git fired. The boss'll fire me himself, anyhow, fer usin' the car when he tol' me not to."
The Pilgrim backed, eying Billy malevolently. "I never done nothing," he defended sullenly. "The boss'll have something to say about this and I'll kill you first chance I get, for shooting my dog." "It ain't what yuh done, it's what yuh woulda done if you'd had the chance," answered Billy, for the first time finding words for what was surging bitterly in the heart of him.
Say, who do you think you are, doing this sort of thing? Don't you know that professional dancers are three for ten cents? I could go out right now and whistle, and get a dozen girls for your job. The boss'll sack you just one minute after I tell him. 'No, he won't, Izzy, because I'm going to resign. 'You'd better! 'That's what I think. I'm sick of this place, Izzy. I'm sick of dancing.
I won't ask you for anything, and, surely to God I'll find enough to do to pay for my grub! "So I'll potter round and take things easy and call up at the kitchen as usual at meal times, and by and by the boss'll think to himself: 'Well, if I've got to feed this chap I might as well get some work out of him.
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