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The man might take a notion to slide down, with the intention of attacking him, and Thad wanted to make sure of his line of defense, like a wise general always should. "Hey! wot's thet ye say? I got a boat just a leettle way below hyer, an' my dorg's got a right ter run loose. Ye owns up ye shooted ther pore critter, does yer?
Five minutes of unalloyed bliss followed and we were just draining off the last dregs and cleaning up the crumbs, when a bullet-headed boy stuck his head in at the door. "Dorg's 'ere again," he said, laconically. "Nosin' abaht in the gabbage 'eap." "Tie a can on 'is tile," said the grocer.
"I don't care!" said Ortheris. "I'm sick o' this dorg's life. Give me a chanst. Don't play with me. Le' me go!" "Strip," said I, "and change with me, and then I'll tell you what to do." I hoped that the absurdity of this would check Ortheris; but he had kicked off his ammunition-boots and got rid of his tunic almost before I had loosed my shirt-collar. Mulvaney gripped me by the arm
With a bound Jack Simpson sprang into the field, where some twenty or thirty men were standing looking at a dog fight. One dog had got the other down and was evidently killing it. "Throw up the sponge, Bill," the miners shouted. "The old dorg's no good agin the purp."
Scrap spent the night in a bugler's cape, among a wilderness of brasses, and reappeared the next morning at guard mount, deftly following the stately maneuvers of the band. "Talk about a dorg's gratitude!" said the sergeant of Company B, bitterly, remembering Scrap's entertainment of the previous evening. "I'm on to his game!" muttered old Muldoon.
'I'll learn you to spy on me! he shouted; 'I'll learn you to give me dorg's names! Come on, the 'ole lot o' you! Colonel John Anthony Deever, C. B.! he turned towards the Infantry Mess and shook his rifle 'you think yourself the devil of a man but I tell you that if you put your ugly old carcass outside o' that door, I'll make you the poorest-lookin' man in the army.
The news spread from barrack to barrack, and the men doubled out intent on the capture of Simmons, the wild beast, who was heading for the Cavalry parade-ground, stopping now and again to send back a shot and a curse in the direction of his pursuers. "I'll learn you to spy on me!" he shouted; "I'll learn you to give me dorg's names! Come on, the 'ole lot o' you!
"I'll learn you to spy on me!" he shouted; "I'll learn you to give me dorg's names! Come on the 'ole lot O' you! Colonel John Anthony Deever, C.B.!" he turned toward the Infantry Mess and shook his rifle "you think yourself the devil of a man but I tell 'jou that if you Put your ugly old carcass outside O' that door, I'll make you the poorest-lookin' man in the army.
He would cheerfully have ridden on to any terror ever conceived by the ruthless Jake. Diane's welfare Diane's happiness; it was the key-note of his life. He had watched. He knew. Tresler was willing enough to marry her, and she he chuckled joyfully to himself. "Jake ain't a dorg's chance a yaller dorg's chance. When the 'tenderfoot' gits good an' goin' he'll choke the life out o' Master Jake.
Didn't we lead a "dorg's loife for two poun' ten a month?" Did we think that miserable pay enough to compensate us for the risk to our lives and for the loss of our clothes? "We've lost every rag!" he cried. He made us forget that he, at any rate, had lost nothing of his own. The younger men listened, thinking this 'ere Donkin's a long-headed chap, though no kind of man, anyhow.
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