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Once Captain Holt's short, sturdy body was descried in the offing tramping the sand-dunes on his way to Fogarty's, and a signal flag part of Mother Fogarty's flannel petticoat, and blood-red, as befitted the desperate nature of the craft over which it floated, was at once set in his honor. The captain put his helm hard down and came up into the wind and alongside the hulk.
No one quite believed it it was a tradition at third hand, and Peter Fogarty's cousin, Jim Redmond's aunt, was easy of faith; Jim, it was presumed, not very accurate in narration, and Peter, not much better. Though, however, it was not actually 'intelligence, it was a startling thesis.
"And you'll git out from this death blanket you been sleepin' under, bearin' her sin; breakin' the doctor's heart and your own; and Archie kin hold his head up then and say he's got a father. You ain't heard how the boys talk 'bout him behind his back. Tod Fogarty's stuck to him, but who else is there 'round here? We all make mistakes; that's what half the folks that's livin' do.
Accustomed to a dry loaf of bread washed down with water from the roadside, even the remnants of Mary Fogarty's food seemed a feast to him; and he enjoyed it upon the door-step with Glory at his feet and Jocko coming in for whatever portion his master thought best to spare.
Just see 'em a spell ago squattin' down behind the House o' Refuge. She wouldn't look at me. I been to Fogarty's; she's on my list this week, and it's my day for visitin', fust in two weeks. That two-year-old of hers is all right ag'in after your sewing him up; they'll never get over tellin' how you set up all night with him. You ought to hear Mrs.
Fogarty's handed to Polhemus, the doors burst in and Uncle Isaac lunging in tumbled the garments on the floor. On these the captain laid the body of the rescued man, the slouch hat still clinging to his head. While this was being done another procession was approaching the house. Tod and Parks were carrying Archie's unconscious form, the water dripping from his clothing.
I know that on Wednesdays, that is, the day after to-morrow, he is to be found at Dr. Fogarty's, a private asylum, a house with a garden, in Water Lane, Hammersmith. It was the lane in which stood the Home for Destitute and Decayed Cats, whither Logan had once abducted Rangoon, the Siamese puss. 'Thank you, said Merton simply. 'And I am to ask for? 'Ask first for Dr. Fogarty.
Lying on Barnegat Beach, within sight of the House of Refuge and Fogarty's cabin, was the hull of a sloop which had been whirled in one night in a southeaster, with not a soul on board, riding the breakers like a duck, and landing high and dry out of the hungry clutch of the surf-dogs. She was light at the time and without ballast, and lay stranded upright on her keel.
Power shook his head but said nothing. "I'm so sorry," she continued, "that I've nothing in the house to offer you. But if you wait a minute I'll send round to Fogarty's, at the corner." Mr. Power stood up. "We were waiting for him to come home with the money. He never seems to think he has a home at all." "O, now, Mrs. Kernan," said Mr. Power, "we'll make him turn over a new leaf.
"Yes; or I should have reached Fogarty's sooner." "And Miss Jane detained you, of course." "No, mother." "Good-night, John." "Say rather 'Good-day, mother," he answered with a smile and continued on to his room.
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