"For why," he argued to himself, "should I go lookin' for the skut whin if I wait a bit he'll come fluttherin' into me hand?" He did. At five minutes after ten Mr. Schultz hailed the look-out in German, and although Mr. Reardon spoke no German, yet did he understand that order. Mr.
"Bang! says I, an the dirty blackburd comes fluttherin' down, an' dhropped in the haggard like a log o' limestone. "Ye should have seen that fellow! The landlord wid the whole rout o' thim runs out. 'What's the matter? says he, starin' round like a sick cod-fish.
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