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Updated: June 13, 2025
Lie still, ye little pinch av dynamite, an' Coort-martial me aftherward. "'Good, sez I; ''tis the likes av him makes the likes av the Commandher-in-Chief, but we must presarve thim. Fwhat d'you want to do, sorr? sez I, very politeful. "'Kill the beggars kill the beggars! he shqueaks; his big blue eyes brimmin' wid tears.
"Be sure av that," said Terence, spitting over the edge of the verandah. "But fwhat he'll get there is light marchin'-ordher to fwhat he'd ha' got here if he'd lived." "Surely not. He'd have gone on and forgotten like the others." "Did ye know Mackie well, Sorr?" said Terence.
They clog together in pieces as fast as thieves, an' no wan knows fwhat they will do till wan turns informer an' the gang is bruk. But ut begins again, a day later, meetin' in holes an' corners an' swearin' bloody oaths an' shtickin' a man in the back an' runnin' away, an' thin waitin' for the blood-money on the reward papers to see if ut's worth enough.
The two men were interrupted in their conversation by a loud familiar voice on the store side of the board partition. "Busy, be they? Well, fwhat the divil should they be but busy? Do ye suppose I thought they was a-playin' dominoes?" Abe grinned at his employer. They both listened. Deck Jordan's voice said: "But you better not go in now, boys. They will be through in a little while." "Go in?
He beat it out quick for th' East-bound as had just come in. Said he was runnin' down to Calgary. He ain't back yet. Guess he wudn't want to go gettin' mixed up in anythin' like that, either him bein' a J. P." Slavin looked at Yorke. "Let's have a luk at that gun av Moran's!" he remarked. "Fwhat is ut?" Yorke handed the weapon over. "'Smith and Wesson' single-action," he said.
'Maybe 'tis so, but will ye not come an' see the corpse at the house? "Tis dishgraceful, he sez, 'that I would be expected to go to a place like that. Was she a pretty woman? he sez, an' at that he set off double quick. "I cud see that the two was in the verandah were I'd left them, an' I knew by the hang av her head an' the noise av the crows fwhat had happened.
Then with a yell of delight he caught the lank form of the Seer's assistant in a bear-like hug. "For the love av Gawd is ut ye, ye owld sand-rat? Where the hell did ye drop from, an? fwhat are ye doin' in this dishreputable company? Look at Uncle Tex, there! The sentimental owld savage is fair slobberin' wid delight an' eagerness to git at ye. Come, come; we must have a dhrink."
"Fwhat is it that's happenin' at all, thin? is it a collision? or is it a case of sthrandin'? or" he looked over the edge of his cot and saw me sitting upon the deck, ruefully rubbing the back of my head while I vainly struggled to suppress my laughter at the ridiculous contretemps "oh! so it's you, thin, is it, Misther Dugdale?
Jefferson Worth, from behind his gray mask, said in his exact, colorless voice: "He looks as though he ought to handle men." As the banker passed on toward the big wagon the Irishman drew close to the Seer and whispered hoarsely: "Now fwhat the hell kind av a man is that? 'Tis the truth, Sorr, that whin he looked at me out av that grave-yard face I could bare kape from crossin' mesilf!"
They was not too impart'nint though, for the Tyrone was callin' wan to another to remimber Tim Coulan. "Crook stopped outside av the strife an' looked anxious, his eyes rowlin' roun'. "'Fwhat is ut, sorr? sez I; 'can I get ye anything? "'Where's a bugler? sez he.
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