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You will hear great things from Phil Forrest some of these days, and his friend, Teddy, will not be so far behind, either, when once he gets settled down." "I guess they are coming now," spoke up Conley. "Somebody got on the back platform just now. I'll go out and see." Billy met the Circus Boys coming in. "You are wanted in the stateroom," he said. "More trouble?" laughed Phil. Billy nodded.
"Get in your reports, and get them in quick, or I'll fire the whole bunch of you now!" he roared, turning and striding to his office, where he jerked the sliding door shut with a bang that shook the car. "Well, the boss has 'em bad tonight, for sure," exclaimed Billy Conley who bore the title of assistant car manager, but who was no more manager than was Henry, the English porter.
On 1st February, 1891, Michael Conley, a farmer living near Ionia, in Chichasow county, Iowa, went to Dubuque, in Iowa, to be medically treated. He left at home his son Pat and his daughter Elizabeth, a girl of twenty-eight, a Catholic, in good health. On February 3 Michael was found dead in an outhouse near his inn.
"fresh young persons," laughed Sir John for the ladies in question were romping boisterously with Mr. Harry. The Countess inquired for the names and condition of the ladies, and was told that they sprang from Farmer Conley, a well-to-do son of the soil, who farmed about a couple of thousand acres between Fallow field and Beckley, and bore a good reputation at the county bank.
"Woof!" exclaimed the Baby. "Bad medicine! Heap big muscle!" "That's so. I had forgotten you boys were performers back with the show," nodded Billy. "What are you up here for learning this end of the business?" "Yes; that is what we are here for," answered Phil. "Mr. Sparling wished us to do so." "You have come to a good place to learn it," emphasized Conley.
"I always have my war paint on," grinned Teddy, as he started toward the private office, following Conley and Phil Forrest. The three ranged up before the car manager, who surveyed them with glowering face. "What have you done today?" he demanded, fixing his gaze on Billy. "We got up more than four hundred sheets of paper." "Four hundred sheets!" groaned Snowden. "What have you fellows been doing?
'From what I can see, remarked Lady Jocelyn, 'Harry will be lost to his species unless some one quickly relieves him. He's already half eaten up by the Conley girls. Countess, isn't it your duty to rescue him? The Countess bowed, and murmured to Sir John: 'A dismissal! 'I fear my fascinations, Lady Jocelyn, may not compete with those fresh young persons. 'Ha! ha!
Tracks and roads were now numerous as we approached civilisation. The same lake lay between us and the settlement that had caused Conley, Egan, and myself so much trouble in former days. Choosing the same narrow channel where I had formerly crossed, we managed very fairly well.
"If you have nothing to say to me, I will go back to my place in the car," spoke up Phil. Snowden glared at him. "Did I tell you to leave this room?" "I believe you did not." "Then stand there until I tell you to go!" "Very well, sir." "Conley, I have called you in here to be a witness to what I am about to say. Do you hear?" Billy nodded.
'It appears, he remarked aloud to one of the Conley girls, 'that quinsey is needed before a joke is properly appreciated. 'I like fun, said she, but had not apparently discovered it. What did that odious woman mean by perpetually talking about Sir Abraham? The Countess intercepted a glance between her and the hated Juliana.
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