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"Quite well, Gallagher. And you?" "Tol'able, thank you." "These are my friends from the East." The Centipede foreman ran his eyes coldly over Jean's companions until they rested upon Speed, where they remained. He shifted a lump in his cheek, spat dexterously, and directed his remark at the Yale man. "I rode over to see if y'all would like to lay a little mo' on this y'ere foot-race.
"I'm rather glad myself," said the Major, "but everybody else is making a fuss." Doyle, Father McCormack and Gallagher followed Mrs. Gregg. Father McCormack, who was a chivalrous man even when agitated, picked up her bicycle and brought it with him. "Is it true, ma'am," said Doyle, "what we're after hearing?" "It's quite true," said Mrs. Gregg. "My husband had a telegram. So had Mr. Ford. And Mrs.
Mary Ellen had come, unperceived, out of the hotel. She was at Mr. Billing's elbow just when Gallagher reached his prophecy about Home Rule. She spoke without the slightest regard for the orator's feelings. "The chops is fried," she said. Doyle had often heard his friend make speeches before. He had no wish to be subjected to unnecessary oratory on a very hot day. He supported Mary Ellen's appeal.
"He couldn't well not," said Doyle, "after us giving him a lunch and all." "If so be," said Gallagher, "that he was to refuse at the latter end we'd have questions asked about him in Parliament; and believe you me that's what he wouldn't like. Them fellows is terrible afraid of the Irish Members. And they've a good right to be, for devil the finer set of men you'd see anywhere than what they are.
"To knock a grain av sinse into thot Wicklow man?" queried Gallagher. "Sure, it is." And then whispering: "But not for you, Misther Adair; he'd ate you in two bites. L'ave me have a thry wid him." But Adair was off and fronting the surly MacMorrogh foreman. "We need a dozen of your men and some tools," he said quietly. "Do we get them?" "Not by a fistful!" retorted the surly one.
"If the tune's what you say it is," said Gallagher, "it'll not be played in Ballymoy to-day nor any other day. I'll put the fear of God into young Kerrigan before he's an hour older." Moriarty grinned again. It seemed that, with the aid of Gallagher, he was going to hit Dr. O'Grady on a vital spot.
"What he says is," said Doyle, "that considering he's dealing with a member of his own family he'll let the statue go at no more than the price of the raw material, not making any charge for the work he's putting into it. I don't know that we can expect more than that from him." "You cannot, of course," said Father McCormack. "Let's hear the figure," said Gallagher.
He still spoke in a tone of satisfaction; but even as he contemplated the extreme disappointment of Doyle's nephew it occurred to him that there might be a difficulty about paying his own bill for £3. The same thought struck Father McCormack. "Gentlemen," he said, "there's been an unfortunate mistake, but it might be worse." "That American fellow has us robbed," said Gallagher.
Alderson and Gallagher were the only men I had brought ashore with me. They were digging at haphazard in the sand a hundred yards away. With one stroke of the pick I upended several more yellow bars. That was enough for me. I laid aside the first three and covered the others with sand, using my foot as a spade.
Gabby Gallagher seemed a fitting leader for such a desperate crew as that of the Centipede, for he was the hardest-looking citizen the Easterners had beheld thus far. He was thickset, and burned to the color of a ripe olive; his long, drooping mustaches, tobacco-stained at the centre, were bleached at the extremities to a hempen hue.
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