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"The nerve o' ye, parading your red wattles on a night like this, ye Tom Gobbler of a Bullshevist!" "I have the right to pick the color of my own necktie!" snarled the man. "Not for the reason why you picked it! Not to wear it up into that hall, my bucko boy!" When the man expostulated with oaths, Lanigan tripped him and held him on the sidewalk. "Hush your yawp!
Prosperity is th' bucko now. Barrin' a sthrike at th' stock-yards an' a hold-up here an' there, Prosperity has come leapin' in as if it had jumped fr'm a springboard.
He came home in the cabin of the Retriever that's how he came home; and the Terrible Swede I sent to thrash him and fire him came home under hatches. Yes; you'd do a lot of things, Skinner in your mind." Mr. Skinner pounded his desk savagely. Cappy's retort made him boiling mad. "Well, I'll bet I'd do something," he rasped. "I'd make that bucko suffer or I'd know the reason why."
The captain rode high in his owner's esteem when he could point to the golden results of his stern rule at sea; the bucko mates were specifically hired to haze the crew, and drew extra large pay for the job. It was, of course, a matter of dollars. If the owners did not have to pay wages to the crew, they would save money, wouldn't they?
"It's done, Hennesey," said Murphy, as, perspiring and fatigued, he fetched back into the barroom. "Now, Hennesey, let's you and me have a drink, and we'll drink to the health and the happiness of Bucko Bill Williams, the dog." "Right," said Hennesey, going behind the bar and bringing out the bottle and the glasses; "but we'll need to hurry, Murphy, for I've got to go down wid the tug, ye know."
I began at last to understand Bucko Lynch "Captain" Lynch as he was to remain to the end of his days. I knew from that look in his eyes why no parson would now ever say to him, "Do you take this woman?" Slowly, Lynch put the little wisp of hair into his waistcoat pocket. He drew a deep breath, and shrugged his shoulders; then he hailed me with seamanly brusqueness.
I whaled the wadding out of that bucko woods-boss of Pennington's, and as a special compliment to you, John Cardigan, I did an almighty fine job of cleaning. Even went so far as to muss the Colonel up a little." "Wow, wow, Bryce! Bully for you! I wanted that man Rondeau taken apart. He has terrorized our woods-men for a long time. He's king of the mad-train, you know." Bryce was relieved.
But Hunt seemed quite as determined to avoid any personal question relating to Miss Sherwood as she had been about personal questions relating to him; for his next remark was: "Young fellow, still keeping all those commandments you wrote for yourself?" "So far, my bucko." "Keep on keeping 'em, and write yourself a few more, and you'll have a brand-new decalogue.
Sea-trout, is it! Ho, me bucko, says I when I lamped what he did with his first trout o' the burn this side the park by Godfrey! thinks I to myself, you're no white man at all! you're Boche. And it was so, McKay." "Seventy-six," corrected McKay gently. "That's better. It should become a habit." "Excuse me, Seventy-six; I'm Scotch-Irish way back. You're straight Scotch somewhere back.
Your seasoned packet rat sought the ship with a hard name by choice. His chief ambition was to kick in the ribs or pound senseless some invincible bucko mate. There was provocation enough on both sides.
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