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The door opened slowly, and the veritable Mr. Daley limped in, and taking a key from his pocket, unlocked the little box, and filling his tin pan, locked it, and was walking off as independent as a wood-sawyer, making a slight whistle to a watch that was stationed at the end of the passage.
Daley held up a hand, smiling nervously. "I don't mean to suggest that you carried the book off intentionally, Edwards, but it occurred to me that possibly you might have er taken it up by mistake, absentmindedly, so to say, and er brought it up here with you." "No, sir, I didn't." Steve looked at the instructor questioningly. "I don't see why you'd imagine that, sir, either."
"Durkin! That's enough of that!" Mr. Daley and Mr. Conklin stepped onto the scene. The instructor and the physical director had approached without a sound of warning, and Penny, Clint and Dreer, the latter exhibiting an evident desire to efface himself, stared in surprise for a moment.
"My engineer, Tom Daley, reached Casey's side just the instant before he died," said General Lodge, resuming his story. "In fact, Daley was the only one of us who did see Casey alive.... Casey's last words were 'ambush Sooz Deep Cut, and then 'me fri'nd Neale! ... We were at a loss to understand what he meant that is, at first.
This man Daley was a proverbial drunkard, a tyrant in the exercise of his "little brief authority," and a notorious . Singular as it may seem, considering his position, he would quarrel with the men for a glass of whiskey, had given the jailer more trouble than any other man, and been several times confined in the cells for his incorrigible vices.
The tunnel would have to be seventy feet long, and would then strike the ledge at the same dept that a shaft twelve feet deep would have reached! This reminiscence calls to mind Jim Townsend's tunnel. He had paid assessments on a mine called the "Daley" till he was well-nigh penniless.
What for?" "Oh, it's some of Dreer's funny work," replied Penny. "He had it in for me because for something that happened a while back, and he got Beaufort to pick a quarrel with me." "What was the something that happened, Durkin?" "I'd rather not say, Mr. Daley. It it had nothing to do with this." "What do you say, Thayer?" "Penny's told it just the way it happened, sir.
They challenged, and the answer was a shattering volley, instantly returned by the survivors of the picket. So hot was the Boer attack that before help could come every man save one of the picket was on the ground. The sole survivor, Daley of the Dublins, took no backward step, but continued to steadily load and fire until help came from the awakened camp.
Richard Elliott over-harbour is worrying herself sick because she used to be always scolding her husband about smoking up the parlour curtains. Now that he has enlisted she wishes she had never said a word to him. You know Josiah Cooper and William Daley, Mrs. Dr. dear. They used to be fast friends but they quarrelled twenty years ago and have never spoken since.
Do ye see the pair of eyes in the head o' me?" said Daley, pointing to his blackened eyes; "an' he that done that same is in the divil's own place above. Now, if ye have ever a drap of whiskey, don't be keepin' it shy, an' it'll be tellin' ye a good many favors." "Ah! mon Dieu! Cela fait dresser les cheveux la tete," said Paul, shrugging his shoulders.
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