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He planted his pink feet on his mother's thigh and gave a mighty lunge and whoop. "He's go-un to be a wicked bruiser," said proud Mrs. Riley. "He" the pronoun stood, this time, for her husband "he never sah the child. He was kilt with an explosion before the child was barn."
With a scream of defiance, the animal bolted up the companionway, hurriedly investigated the corridors and the main cabin, then leaped out through an open window to the hurricane deck. Two other men had joined in the chase now, and it was their shouts that had awakened the Circus Boys. "Come on, here's sport!" shouted Teddy Tucker starting on a run after the fleeing Bruiser.
"Samson, wake up, old bruiser!" cried Phoebus, shaking the sleeper soundly; "you didn't give in to one or two, by smoke!" "Is it you, Jimmy?" the old negro finally said, with a sheepish expression; "why, neighbor, I'm glad to see you, but I'm sorry, too. A black man dey don't want to kill yer, caze dey kin sell him, but a white man like you dey don't want to keep, and dey dassn't let him go."
And the young bruiser, who had an uncommonly broad pair of shoulders, looked so threatening that Mr Ratman began to feel a little concerned. "Ha, ha!" said he, "how well you do it! I always liked you, Tommy, my boy. I'll let your tutor know what a credit you are to him." "I wish to goodness Armstrong was at home," growled Tom; "he'd make you sit up."
Bruiser had sat on a trapeze far up in the cage, watching the proceedings with resentful eyes, perhaps wondering how he might administer a rebuke to the keeper. All at once the baboon saw his opportunity. The keeper had stooped over to pick up something from the floor of the boat, as he stood at the open door of the cage in the rear. Bruiser projected himself toward the opening like a catapult.
What did they come in for, do you know?" "They belong here," said the "Bruiser"; "but me and the skipper's had words, and I'm waiting for 'im." "That craft don't belong here," said the stranger, as he eyed the receding Frolic. "Yes, it does," said the "Bruiser." "I tell you it don't," said the other. "I ought to know." "Look here, my friend," said the "Bruiser" grimly, "don't contradict me.
One afternoon, while on a stroll, he chanced to meet the bruiser who had attacked Arthur Weldon at the Waldorf, and been liberally paid by Mershone for his excellent work. He stopped the man, and glancing hastily around found that Fogerty was a block in the rear. "Listen," he said; "I want your assistance, and if you're quick and sure there is a pot of money, waiting for you." "I need it, Mr.
Gordon's other leg spun him around, still crouching; the knife in his hand started coming up, sharp edge leading, and aimed for the belly of the bruiser who confronted him. The pug saw the blade and tried to check his lunge. Gordon felt the blade strike; but he was already pulling his swing, and it only gashed a long streak. The thug shrieked hoarsely and fell over.
He would rescue her from this bully, this gentleman bruiser. They would live openly and nobly in the world's eye. A poet was not even expected to be conventional. She, on her side, was no less ardent for the great step. She raged against the world's law, the injustice by which a husband's cruelty was not sufficient ground for divorce.
Mike, the bruiser, in his sixth year, who had been leaning backward against her knees and covering his legs with her skirts, ran forward and clasped the visitor's lower limbs with the nerve and intention of a wrestler. Kate followed with the cherubs. They were Raphael's. "Yes, it's terrible," said Richling. "Ah! no, Mr.
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