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Updated: June 14, 2025
"'Fwhat tailor-men do they give me to work wid? sez the Arm'rer Sargint. 'Here's Hogan, his nose flat as a table, laid by for a week, an' ivry Comp'ny sendin' their arrums in knocked to small shivreens. "'Fwhat's wrong wid Hogan, Sargint? sez I. "'Wrong! sez the Arm'rer Sargint; 'I showed him, as though I had been his mother, the way av shtrippin' a 'Tini, an' he shtrup her clane an' easy.
With an oath from Texas Joe the two men ran forward, and as they came up to the riders the Irishman cried: "Fwhat the hell are ye doin' here? Fwhat's the matter? Did thim divils go to the house first, or are ye crazy?" With a laugh Barbara dismounted and, telling Pablo to tie the horses to the hitch rack a short distance away, faced the astonished men.
The whiskey was lent and returned, but Dinah Shadd, who had been just as eager as her husband in asking after old friends, rent me with "I take shame for you, sorr, coming down here though the Saints know you're as welkim as the daylight whin you do come an' upsettin' Terence's head wid your nonsense about about fwhat's much better forgotten. He bein' a civilian now, an' you niver was aught else.
"Indade!" answered one of the ten kings: "Bad luck to your spicimins!" says he. "Fwhat's that ye're tuggin. at?" asks a bystander. "Now the Holy Mother presarve your eyesight, Tim Coolin," answers St. Piran, pulling it in, "if ye can't tell a plain millstone at foive paces!
"Just thin Crook comes up, blue an' white all over where he wasn't red. "'Wather! sez he; 'I'm dead wid drouth! Oh, but it's a gran' day! "He dhrank half a skinful, and the rest he tilts into his chest, an' it fair hissed on the hairy hide av him. He sees the little orf'cer bhoy undher the Sargint. "'Fwhat's yonder? sez he.
"I've two good eyes in me head that can see yer danged old wagon for meself, an' fwhat's more I've two good hands that can break ye in bits for the impedent dried herrin' that ye are, a-thinkin' ye can take me anywhere at all be abductin' me widout me consent. For a sup o' wather I'd go to ye " He turned quickly to look behind him for the driver was calmly pointing toward the end of the seat.
'Ho! it's weary waitin' for Ma-ary! he hummed; 'but I'd like to kill some more bloomin' Paythans before my time's up. War! Bloody war! North, East, South, and West. 'Amen, said Learoyd slowly. 'Fwhat's here? said Mulvaney, checking at a blur of white by the foot of the old sentry-box. He stooped and touched it. 'It's Norah Norah M'Taggart!
We were too lazy to continue shooting. Ortheris heaved a big sigh, as he lay on his stomach with his head between his fists. Then he swore quietly into the blue sky. "Fwhat's that for?" said Mulvaney, "Have ye not drunk enough?" "Tott'nim Court Road, an' a gal I fancied there. Wot's the good of sodgerin'?"
Fwhat's he doin' here, I dun'no'. Fwhere's he come from, I dun'no'. French or English, I dun'no'. But a gintleman born, I know. 'Tis no tailor, darlin', but tailorin' he'll do as aisy as he'll do a hunderd other things anny day.
Av it was me, or you, now but the Seer! It's danged quare! But tell me, fwhat's this man, yer boss? 'Tis a good healthy pull he must have to be separatin' us from thim San Felipe police." Texas Joe deliberated so long before answering this that Pat glanced at him uneasily several times. At last the driver drawled: "You're right there; Jefferson Worth sure has some pull." Pat grunted.
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