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Then every man of them was scrambling pell mell over the wall, yelling as the stocks of the Sepoys' muskets sped them on their flight. "What is it?" asked Desmond. Bulger pointed to Diggle, among the fallen. "He've gone to his account, sir, which I may be wrong, but the Almighty have got a long black score agen him." "How did it happen?" Bulger lifted his hook.
He longed tragically to go with Bulger and meet a couple of swell dames, but he knew how it would be. Right off they would find him out and laugh at him. Bulger consumed another high-ball, filled his cigarette case, and the two stood a moment on Broadway. Breede, the last to leave his office, crossed the pavement to a waiting automobile.
Toley in charge, came aboard in high humor. "I may be wrong," remarked Bulger, "but judgin' by cap'n's face, he've been an' choused the Pirate got twice the valley o' the goods he's landed." "I wonder where Mr. Diggle is?" said Desmond. "You en't no call to mourn for him, I tell you.
No sooner had Ravenel and Garnet got the Land Company into its living grave, than Gamble and Bulger, with Leggett looming mysteriously in their large shadows, forced the Construction Company into liquidation by a kind demand upon Mattox, Crickwater, and Pettigrew for certain call loans of two years' standing, accepted in settlement their shares of the Widewood lands wrested from the Land Company, and then somehow privately induced Garnet to take those cumbersome assets off their hands at a round cash price.
We ought to inform ourselves on such things, Bulger. Especially when we get older. That gravestone now. There's one like it that I know about." Norcross, with another jerky motion, which seemed to propel him against his will, crossed to his desk and touched a bell, bringing his secretary instantly. "Left hand side of the vault, box marked 'Private 3," he said.
I'd say beware of tigers, but Surendra Nath is so desperately timid that you can depend on him not to lead you into danger." "The Hormuzzeer will not sail until I return?" "Not till the goods arrive. Why do you ask?" "I should like to take Bulger with me. He's a good companion, with a shrewd head." "And a useful hook. I have no objection. You will be ready to start tomorrow, then.
Bulger, listening, was observing also. Within the front cover of the case were two sets of initials in old English letters "R.H.N." and "H.W." His mind, a little confused by its wanderings in strange fields, tried idly to match "H.W." with names. Suddenly he felt the necessity of expressing sympathy. "Poor " he began, but Norcross, by a swift outward gesture of the hand, stopped and saved him.
By and by Bulger seemed to become aware that someone was gazing at him, for he turned round slowly. Desmond could not but smile at his extraordinary change of expression. His first look of blank amazement quickly gave place to one of almost boyish delight, and taking an eager step forward he exclaimed: "By thunder, 'tis Mr. Burke or his ghost! Bless my heart!
Just beyond Chandernagore Bulger pointed out the stripped spars of the Good Intent, lying far up a narrow creek. "Wouldn't I just like to cut her out?" said Bulger. "But 'spose we can't stop for that, sir?" "Certainly not. And you'd have the French about our ears."
The guns en't always fust-class metal, to be sure; but what's the odds? The interlopers ha' got to live." "I don't call that right. It's not patriotic." "Patry what?" "Patriotic a right way of thinking of one's own country. An Englishman isn't worth the name who helps England's enemies." Bulger looked at him in amazement. The idea of patriotism was evidently new to him.
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