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Hamil remembered the little dough-faced, shrimp-limbed count when he first came over with the object of permitting somebody to support him indefinitely so that later, in France, he could in turn support his mistresses in the style to which they earnestly desired to become accustomed.
"If there must be murder, why, of course we ought to have a hand in it," I suggested. "Our motives at least will be good." "Right!" said Riley. "Come on, brethren! We must prove our faith by our works." But the baker hung back in a most dough-faced fashion, while the butcher and the candlestick-maker encouraged him in his cowardice.
'Now den, you Sam, said Mr MacGinnis again, 'we ain't got time to burn. Out with it. Where's dat Nugget? Some reply was obviously required. It was useless to keep protesting that I was not Sam. 'At this time in the evening he is generally working with Mr Glossop. 'Who's Glossop? Dat dough-faced dub in de room over dere? 'Exactly. You have described him perfectly. 'Well, he ain't dere.
They don't flourish where you find boys smoking cigarettes. Come along! I'm going to show you how to step out right, and just how to breathe like a human being. Let's try it." Tom had almost to drag the boy, to make him start. But Reade had no intention of hectoring the, dough-faced little fellow. It was rough ground along this mountain trail in the Indian Smoke Range of mountains, in Nevada.
"Say, got the makings?" "Eh?" inquired Tom Reade, glancing up in mild astonishment. "Got the makings?" persisted the thin dough-faced lad of fourteen who had come into the tent. "I believe we have the makings for supper, if you mean that you're hungry," Tom rejoined. "But you've just had your dinner." "I know I have," replied the youngster. "That's why I want my smoke."
In the different camps the boys told the same story "He knocks the stuffin' out of her!" The stay-at-home Briton, warm with roast beef and indigestion, will wonder that one man amongst a hundred should be suffered to ill-treat a thin, dough-faced little woman. Why did they not arise and slaughter him? Had Tom stolen a colt in the cattle-country he would have been lynched.
Whoever tells me a lie shall be instantly boiled. "'He's in the broom, cried one dough-faced boy. 'He's in there, and a little girl with him. "'The naughty children, cried the giant, 'to hide from me! And he made a stride towards the broom. "'Catch hold of the bristles, Bobby. Get right into a tuft, and hold on, cried Tricksey-Wee, just in time.
"The giant caught up the broom, and seeing nothing under it, set it down again with a bang that threw them both on the floor. He then made two strides to the boys, caught the dough-faced one by the neck, took the lid off a great pot that was boiling on the fire, popped him in as if he had been a trussed chicken, put the lid on again, and saying, 'There boys!
Within a week the camp knew two facts concerning the newcomer. His name was Dennis! And he had loved Tom Barker's dough-faced wife! Tom's selection of his first instrument of torture indicated subtlety. He bought from a Siwash Indian the most contemptible-looking cur ever beheld at the inlet, and he christened the unfortunate beast Dennis. There was a resemblance between dog and man.
Before his surging wrath had spent itself, Hal Warner had actually come out as a candidate for governor, and was overturning the Republican machine all because an unidentified coal-company detective had knocked a dough-faced old miner into the gutter and broken his arm! In the end, of course, Hal had to come down to practical matters.
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