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I've mortgaged my holding for fifty thousand dollars and I've bought in Timothy Gray's share. I swing two votes out of three now, Bayne Trevors. And the first thing I do is run you out, you great big grafting fathead! You would chuck Luke Sanford's outfit to the dogs, would you? Get off the ranch. You're fired!"
Augustus Fink-Nottle without an anaesthetic. I put this to her, and she was forced to admit the justice of it. "All right, then. Perhaps I don't." "Then what," I said keenly, "did you want to go and get engaged to him for, you unreasonable young fathead?" "I thought it would be fun." "Fun!" "And so it has been. I've had a lot of fun out of it. You should have seen Tuppy's face when I told him."
"Look!" he whispered; "there's Eely Burr and Fathead grinning at us. Wait a bit! They don't know what a horrible revenge we're going to have on them." "But if it's we," I said, "you ought to tell me what the revenge is going to be." "I'll tell you some time," he whispered. "Perhaps to-morrow, perhaps to-night. You wait!" "Oh, how I do hate being treated like that!"
"S'cat!" said Lizzie, and Uncle Peter began to fish for his next line. "I want you to understand," he went on, "that I pay you your wages!" "Sure, if you didn't," was Lizzie's come-back, "I'd land on you good and hard, that I would. What else are you here for, you fathead?" "Fathead!" echoed Uncle Peter in astonishment. "Peter, leave her to me," pleaded Aunt Martha.
Yancey asked. "The tactless fool!" Hampden thought, but dared not say. Of course the Texas clown would rush in where angels feared to tread. Didn't the fathead have any conception of pride of uniform and pride in a nation's accomplishments? Hampden felt that he would like to hit Yancey with one of the water carafes. "What's that? Repatriated?" McGee repeated. "How can that be done?"
Means throw me over, and my friends me, after what I've done for him! Then 'right away' go right away, I s'pose, as he has done. Then" he was fiddling with the scraps and finally fitted two together "why, look here, this one with 'lane' on it fits over the one about throwing over, and it says 'poor f' where its torn; that means 'poor fool, I s'pose me, or 'fathead, or something like that.
Without knowing why, Tilly joined in, and Jinny, too, was infected. When Purdy could speak, he blurted out: "Dick, you fathead! you jackass! you've mugged the wrong one." At this clownish mirth, Mahony felt the blood boil up over ears and temples. For an instant he stood irresolute. Did he admit the blunder, his victim would be hurt.
"I'd show him, if I had him in here for twenty minutes!" "That fellow's interested me," said Crothers. "He's got me thinking. I vote we investigate him." "How?" "Ashore, fathead." "There'll be no shore leave." "No? You left off being wet nurse to the dawg?" "I brush him, mornin's; if that's what you mean." "Is he fit?" "Fit to fight a bumboat full o' pilots!" "Could he be sick for an hour?"
"We shall soon know whether we shall have storm." "Indications are for violent thunder and lightning soon," Knowlton contributed. "See those husky clubmen awaiting? Looks as if a public execution were about to be pulled off." "Yeah. But say, ain't that chief a reg'lar he-man, though! No pot-bellied fathead like that there, now, Suby guy. Hope I don't have to drill him. I bet I won't, neither.
Say, Norberg, tell that fathead, Callahan, if he don't keep the third drawer t' the right in my desk locked, th' office kids'll swipe all the roller rink passes surest thing you know." "I'll tell him, Black," stammered Norberg, and turned away. They said good-by, awkwardly enough. Not one of them that did not owe him an unpayable debt of gratitude.
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