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In every detail he was an advanced dresser, specializing in flamboyant cravats. He would have been Bean's model if Bean had been less a coward. Bulger was nearly all that Bean wished to be. He condescended to his tasks with an air of elegant and detached leisure that raised them to the dignity of sports. He had quite the air of a wealthy amateur with a passion for typewriting.
Is the steamer go'n' to tow the schooner up to Mobile?" "I reckon you're a little more'n half drunk, Tom Bulger," replied Bird Riley, with a vigorous horse laugh. "Tow the schooner up to Mobile! Didn't I tell yer the Trafladagar's been waiting here three days for a good chance to run out?"
Two or three times more Bulger went and came again, and the lamps were being lighted in the streets when at last John remarked, "Well, sir, you can harness her up now and drive her home. Nice gyirl! Nice gyirl! Did you think us was gwine to let you curl up and die out yond' in the street? No, missie, no! you nice ole gyirl, doggone yo' sweet soul, no!" "Mr.
He wondered where Surendra Nath was, but could not waste time in looking for him. Retracing his steps with Bulger for a little distance, he came to a spot on the river bank where the rest of his party were waiting in a boat, moored to an overhanging tree. Light came through the reed-screened window.
Then he resumed: "If they could come back they would come, Bulger. Especially those we loved. Not to let us see them, you understand, but to assure us it is all right that we'll live again. That's what I want proof I can't take it on faith." His voice lowered. "Thirty years!" he whispered. "What's thirty years?" The secretary knocked, entered, set a small, steel box on the glass top of the desk.
"The sahib what sahib?" asked the rider in astonishment. "The sahib yonder," replied the man, pointing to Bulger. Bulger had been staring at the horseman, and growing more and more red in the face. Catching the rider's surprised look, he could contain himself no longer. "By thunder! 'tis that villain Diggle!" he shouted, and rushed forward to drag him from his horse.
"Let 'em play, I says, while they can, I says; for its soon enough they get the play squenched out of 'em, if you'll excuse the expression, Miss Henfeather." At this apostrophe, delivered with mournful intensity, Bell retreated hastily behind a post of the veranda, and even Susan Aurora Bulger giggled faintly, with her apron in her mouth.
Observing this, the old gentleman looked about him. "Shrimp!" he said contemptuously, with the convinced air of an expert in marine biology. Bean, outside, once more addressed himself to typewriting. He wondered if he should be seized with a toothache or a fainting spell. Toothache was good, but perhaps Bulger had used that too often. Still Tully would "fall" for a toothache.
His allowance was two drinks a day; one just before he left the office, the other before dinner. "Much obliged," responded Bulger, "but you know where I was last night. If I took a drink now, I would emit a pale, blue flame." Norcross laughed a purring laugh, and touched a bell. The secretary stood in the door; Norcross indicated, by an out-turned hand, the top of his desk.
You see, Bulger wasn't going to hev any of his own kind jumpin' his claim here. And I reckon he was pow'ful enough to back down Sawyer's Dam. Anyhow, the bluff told and here we are in peace and quietness." "Until he lets us know what is his little game," sneered Mosby.
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