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Meantime Lanier and Cassidy, Blake, Horton, and nearly a dozen daring fellows who had risked their skins to save their lieutenant, had been led over to hospital to be cooled off and lotioned and bandaged and variously put to bed, and when at last not a spark could be found in the black, unsightly ruins, and even they had been buried under bushels of snow, the colonel and his men-at-arms went back to quarters, and many of the officers to the store, to talk it all over, especially what Bobby had said to Button.
He was one of the idle rich. He hoped Cassidy would never hear of it. Then, passing a steamship office, he recalled the horror that lay ahead of him. Little old steamer. But was a financier who had been netted four hundred thousand dollars to be put afloat upon the waters at the whim of a flapper? She was going too far.
They accordingly passed into another room, where they remained in close conference for about a quarter of an hour, after which they re-entered in the highest spirits. "Come," said Denis, "Pether, go over, abouchal, to Andy Bradagh's for Larry Cassidy the piper fly like a swallow, Pether, an' don't come without him. Mave, achora, all's right.
But years of ease had buried the guardian of the law under layers of fat. He stepped hastily back from Jonah's fists. "No, I won't hit yer; yer might splash," cried Jonah bitterly. And Cassidy, forgetting that the dreaded Push was scattered to the winds, and trembling for the safety of his windows, spoke in a changed voice. "I'll do anything to meet your wishes, Mr Jones.
Annie snatched it up and sucked joyously. "Thank the man, Annie." "Thank you." "Is this your only one, Mrs. "Cassidy's my name! No, I've buried two others." "From this house?" "No, we keep movin' " Mrs. Cassidy laughed a little. Joe made a grim face. "Jump your rent, eh?" Mrs. Cassidy shrugged her shoulders. "What can poor people do?" "But hasn't Mr. Cassidy a job?"
"That's why I got him," snapped Mr. Connors in brief reply, and then he laughed. "Is them th' vigilantes what never let a man get away?" He scornfully asked, backing down the street and patting his Winchester. "Well, Red, they wasn't all there. They was only twelve all told," excused Mr. Cassidy. "An' then we was two," he explained, as he wished the collection of six-shooters was on Mr.
"There's a man wants to get board there, they're changing round in the rooms and they've no place for me. Mis' Callahan couldn't keep me 'less I'd get my pay raised." Mrs. Kilpatrick gave a quick glance at Mary Cassidy. "Come home with me then, till yez get a bite o' dinner, and we'll talk about it," she said kindly to the child. "I'd a wish for company the day."
At last, after months and years, the thrilling game of One against One was at an end. Cassidy had made the last move, and he was winner. For half a minute after the command to throw up his hands McKay did not move. And Cassidy did not repeat the command, for he sensed the shock that had fallen upon his adversary, and was charitable enough to give him time.
"And was I shopping with Mary Cassidy, Feemy? 'deed then I forget it. Oh yes, it was fair-day yesterday, and I saw them all in at Brennan's." "And what did you want at Brennan's, Myles?" said she, playfully shaking his shoulder with her hand; "it's talking to that pretty girl in the shop you're after."
"They all says 'why don't folks build their own houses'; they does always be talking about Mike Callahan and how well he saved up and owns a pritty place for himself convanient to his work. You might tell them he'd money left him by a brother in California till you'd be black in the face, they'd stick to it 'twas in the picker he earnt it from themselves," grumbled Mary Cassidy.
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