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Updated: June 29, 2025
A boy must have chances if he's going to fight the battle on equal terms. Of course, some boys ain't worth botherin' about. But my boy well, he seems to have something in him." The priest listened silently, but with that look of brotherliness on his face that made it so easy to talk to him. "It doesn't really matter to those other fellows." Mac jerked his hand towards the camp.
"'Scuse my botherin' ye, chief, but there's hell to pay out at East End." O'Leary was never long at coming to the point. Leverage looked up. So, too, did the boyish, clean-shaven young man with whom he was playing chess. "An' knowin' that Mr. Carroll was playin' chess with ye, chief an' him naturally interested in such things I hopped right in."
"You're botherin' too much, Bill," came the sleepy response. "You was never like this before. You jes' shut up now, an' go to sleep, an' you'll be all hunkydory in the mornin'. Your stomach's sour, that's what's botherin' you." The men slept, breathing heavily, side by side, under the one covering. The fire died down, and the gleaming eyes drew closer the circle they had flung about the camp.
"'Cause I like you, and always meant to give it to you. But don't tell anyone how much 'tis, for if the old fool widowers round here know I am still worth five thousand dollars they'll like enough be botherin' me with offers, hopin' I'll change my will; but I shan't. I'll teach 'em a trick or two, the good for-nothin' Old Maxim."
There must be something botherin' him, for I dinna' mind o' him ever leatherin' one o' ye like that." This was true, for Geordie Sinclair was rather a "cannie" man, and had never been given to beating his children before. She felt that something had happened in the pit, and whatever it was it had made her husband angry.
"Ah, don't be botherin' me about Mike," wailed Judy, "I have other things to be thinkin' of, I'm afther losing me beautiful pipe; me heart's broke entirely!" "Judy, Judy! I'll give ye the loveliest pipe ever ye seen, an' a beautiful roll o' twist, if on'y ye'll tell me. Wasn't Mike in it at all, Judy? Tell me that, for the love of Heaven."
"Yes, yes! ay, ay!" he exclaimed, pacing violently up and down the room, "he wants nothin' but victuals an' rest steaks an' shops, and plenty o' whusky an' water hot. Don't be croodin' about him an' botherin' him. Come away, and leave him to his mother, an' send for the doctor. Has no wan gone for him yet?" "Yes; Peter has just started. I heard the clatter of his horse's feet," said Jessie.
"Did ye think I'd be for takkin' lodgers at this time o' day?" she added suspiciously. "Nay, nay, I'll noan ha' strangers here, botherin' an' messin' about." "Eh, I wasn't thinkin' o' strangers," explained Wharton, hitching his chair a little nearer.
We needn't tell anybody not even Whistler or Al. Gee! it will be great." "Mebbe the old man won't say so." He was referring to Captain Trevor, but in no disrespectful way. "Old Man" is rather a term of admiration and affection applied to the commander of a ship. "Lots he'll be botherin' about what we do," sniffed Frenchy. Ikey was already enamored of his friend's plan.
Pole stared, muttering: "The Tinleys!" "She's botherin' of ye, Pole, the puss!" said Mrs. Chump, certain that she had hit a weak point in that mention of the yacht. "Ask her what sorrt of behaviour " "And he didn't speak to any of you?" said Mr. Pole. "No, Papa." "He looked the other way?" "He did us that honour." "Ask her, Pole, how she behaved to 'm on board the yacht," cried Mrs. Chump.
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