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He told me that he had heard the shots, and had bolted the front door of my car, as I had ordered when I went out; that as he turned to go to a safer place, he had seen a man, revolver in hand, climb over the off-side gate of Mr. Cullen's car, and for a moment he had supposed it a road agent, till he saw that it was Albert Cullen. "That was just after I had got off?" I asked. "Yis, sah."
Wrong he believed to be the outcome of unnatural causes. This quality, combined with his practical knowledge of the world and his courage, made him a formidable man, one who would one day accomplish big things if he got the chance. "You know you can't shut me up, Dick," was his response to Cullen's oratorical flight. "I'm going to have my say. I don't see why a Senator shouldn't be honest.
But then he glanced about, and caught Pat Cullen's menacing blue eye; Jimmie returned the glare, and the spirit of battle flamed up in him, he laid hold of the handles of a motor-cycle and strode towards the door. Was any Irish mick going to catch him in a funk, and "bawl him out" before this crowd, and put the Socialist movement to shame? Not much!
He never there really wasn't you saved me the only time he he that he was really rude; and I am so grateful for it, Mr. Gordon." I wasn't in a mood to enjoy even Miss Cullen's gratitude.
"Why no, Denis, not well; unless, you know, she was to find your cow would not have any calf; eh?" "Oh, bother it for a calf then!" "No; for not being a calf, Denis." "Well then, yer honer, I'll jist go and spake to Father Cullen. Though he is not so good-humoured like, at least, he don't be always laughing at a boy." "Come back, McGovery, and don't be a fool. Father Cullen's gone to Dromod.
But I couldn't bear to think of Miss Cullen's anxiety, and the moment I had made myself decent, and finished eating, I went into 218. The party were all in the dining-room, but it was a very different-looking crowd from the one with which that first breakfast had been eaten, and they all looked at me as I entered as if I were the executioner come for victims. "Mr.
Yet to suppose which seemed the only other horn to the dilemma that the son and guests of the vice-president of the Missouri Western, and one of our own directors, would be concerned in train-robbery was to believe something equally improbable. Indeed, I should have put the whole thing down as a practical joke of Mr. Cullen's party, if it had not been for the loss of the registered letters.
"I don't think they have any authority to make arrests," Will said, with a sly wink at the sheriff. "If they have, where are their badges?" "They were stolen!" shouted Katz. "These Boy Scouts took mine, and those train robbers, who seem to be under arrest now, took Cullen's." "You want to look out when you come down into Wyoming," said the sheriff with a chuckle.
"That is the queerest hold-up of which I ever heard," I remarked to Miss Cullen. "Aw, in what respect?" asked Albert Cullen's voice, and, looking up, I found that he and quite a number of the passengers had joined us. "The road agents make us dump our fire," I said, "and yet they haven't cut the wires in either direction. I can't see how they can escape us." "What fun!" cried Miss Cullen.
Yet, like a fool, the more I saw to confirm my first diagnosis, the more I found myself dwelling on the dimples at the corners of Miss Cullen's mouth, the bewitching uplift of her upper lip, the runaway curls about her neck, and the curves and color of her cheeks. Half a day served to see everything in Santa Fé worth looking at, but Mr.
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