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Now that dago will pick you clean an' you know it." No one paid any attention to Barlow and he, after that one involuntary outburst, recognized himself for the fool and kept his mouth shut, though with difficulty. Ruiz Rios's dark face was almost Oriental in its immobility. He did not even look interested. He merely considered after a dreamy, abstracted fashion.
Joe Blagg was among the last of Mascola's men to come for his money. And though he said nothing when he signed the pay-roll, Blagg nursed a grouch against his employer. Mascola had cursed him out that morning and no livin' dago could do that. He'd get square, or his name wasn't Joe Blagg. The bartender shoved a black bottle toward him as he pocketed his money. "Boss's treat," he announced.
As soon as some av Jameson's friends who knew of th' affair told his wife, she wint right into th' cabin where Andrews was, an' afore he knew what she ware up to, she had shot herself. Andrews paid her funeral expenses, an' buried her in th' little Dago cemetery out forninst th' city gate.
Why, we were both boys on the Conway together." "You're making some mistake. Captain Tazzuchi is an Italian." "Oh, am I?" said Tazzuchi. "Not much of the Dago about me except the name." "Well, you never told me that before." "You never asked me, that I know of.
"I wouldn't be afraid to take him anywheres, only there isn't any place to take him to." He then stepped quite close to the bear. "Hey, horsey!" said he. "Hey, old horsey! Good old horsey!" "Is that his name?" I asked. "That's what the Dago called him," said John. "Hey, horsey! Good horsey!" And he stooped and unfastened the chain from the post.
I'd move in to the post if they were out, but we're safe with the 'Patchie Mohaves." That was what poor Bennett was saying not twelve hours earlier, and now the homelike ranch had gone up in flames, and Bennett, wailed the dago, lay butchered among the ruins. So, too, the negro.
John Locke had stopped the process for a time, and given him something to stick to, something worth doing; but a bullet from an old Remington in the hands of a ragged Dago, a bullet probably aimed at someone else, had sent him adrift again.
Riley was counting up; in Oesterle's, where a hot discussion was going on as to whether Christopher Columbus was a Dutchman or a Dago, and in Miller's, where Tom Ball was telling Tony, who impassively wiped the perforated brass plate let into the top of the bar, that he, Tom Ball, "coul' lick em man ill Logan coun'y."
All wot you bin tell in' us about the town an' the bay an' the way you used to take it easy there all that's just a bloomin' lie. See?" The Dago's face was white and his lips trembled. He tried to smile. "Not there," he repeated. "It is de joke, not? You fool me, Bill, yais?" Bill shook his head. "I wouldn't fool yer abaht a thing like that," he declared sturdily. "There ain't no such place, Dago.
Cavanagh went up and found the dago dead, and took care of him result is, he's full of germs, and has brought his apprentice down with it, and both of 'em must be quarantined right where they are." "Good heavens, man!" exclaimed Dalton. "This is serious business. Are you sure it's smallpox?" "One of my men came from there last night. I was there myself on Monday, so was the deputy.
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