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She won't even let Curley walk down this way, though they say he hates her villa and just hankers for this little bit of a home he built himself here ten years ago. "Well by the holy smoke look yonder! I'm seeing things to-day. Why there's Dudley Rivers and James D. Austin, that holy man, and he's actually bowing to me. Now what do you know about that? What's going on in this town to-day, anyhow?
"How's yourself?" The man repeated whatever he had said before, this time with a gesture of impatience. "Friend!" roared Byng and Curley both together. And the bull terrier took the joint yell for a war cry, or a bunting call, or possibly the herald's overture that summons bull pups to Valhalla. He was bred right and British Navy trained and his was not to reason why.
"Ho! ho! my young friend, so I see you back at last! It is plain that you have been with mighty fine company since you left my humble roof. I almost marvel that Curley Cale's lodging is accounted fine enough to hold your worshipful self longer!" Tom suddenly felt a qualm of shame and disgust at his finery.
Curley was "Nana" to little Teddy Bannister now, and this shabby room overlooking a cemented area, and with its windows safeguarded by curved ornamental iron bars from attack from the street, would be his first memory of life.
For she and his relict were the only women in the big boarding-house during the hot months, and they had become intimate. "Curley," said his widow solemnly, "was one of God's own. A better father seven children never had, nor a better neighbour any man!
A-takin' the food outa the mouths of our women an children. Didn't Curley Jones's little kid die last night? Mother's milk not nourishin', that's what it was, because she didn't have the right stuff to eat. An' I know, an' you know, a dozen old aunts, an' sister-in-laws, an' such, that's had to hike to the poorhouse because their folks couldn't take care of 'em in these times."
"Too much tramped up by cowboys and other jackasses," said Curley. "It'll come easier when we get outside this yere battlefield." He stood erect, sizing up the situation through half-squinted eyes. "You-all wait here," he decided. "Chances are he kept right on up the broad wash." He mounted one of the horses that had now arrived and rode at a lope to a point nearly half a mile west.
"So, if you are ready, friend Tom, we will sally forth. To the coffee house first, and afterwards, an it please you, to the play. "Farewell, Curley; I will bring you back your nursling safe and sound. He shall not be rooked or robbed today. But how long I shall be able to hold the cub in leading strings remains yet to be proved!" Tom was in far too good spirits to take umbrage at this name.
"It's all right; he came this way," said the latter; but he did not trouble to show us indications. I am a pretty fair game trailer myself, but I could make out nothing. We proceeded slowly, Curley afoot leading his horse. The direction continued to be toward Cockeye. Sometimes we could all see plain footprints; again the trail was, at least as far as I was concerned, a total loss.
And then the expected happened voluminously. Curley stood with an expression of wooden-headed, abject innocence on his big, broad face, and looked straight in front of him. "He certainly is sick, sir," he remarked. "Sick. Good heavens! The dog's turning himself inside out! That's the last time a thing like this happens; he's the last dog I ever take on a cruise. Take him away at once!
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