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It's from land owned owned, mind yuh by an hombre named Robbins. Gov'ment grant." "We'll figger a way to get it," returned Garvey, then his eyes narrowed. "What name did yuh say?" "Robbins. Bill Robbins." Garvey grinned. "Why, he was on the stage! It was his kid that came here and made his play fer help. Looks like things is comin' our way, after all."
They had neither dog nor children to mitigate the heavy silence of the hills. Pike Garvey was little known in the settlements, but all who had dealt with him pronounced him "crazy as a loon." He acknowledged no occupation save that of a squirrel hunter, but he "moonshined" occasionally by way of diversion.
"Oh, each one seems to have his own specialty," says I. "Take Austin Gordon, one of the Standard Oil crowd, who only shows up at 26 Broadway for the annual meetings now. You'd never guess what his hobby is. Puppet shows." "Eh?" says Garvey, gawpin'.
You wouldn't care for this, you know," with a downward glance. Shorthouse met his eyes with an inward loathing, and it was impossible not to show some of the repugnance he felt. In the other's face, however, he thought he saw a subdued, cowed expression. But he found nothing to say. "Marx will be in presently," Garvey went on. "He's either listening, or in a vacuum."
The leadership style of A. Philip Randolph differed from that of Washington, DuBois, and Garvey. His interest in providing jobs and skills for the working class was akin to that of Washington. His aggressive outspoken manner was more like that of DuBois. While lacking the flamboyant style of Garvey, he was able to work among the ranks of the working class and gain their acceptance.
If you will allow me to leave you alone a few minutes for this purpose we can conclude the whole matter in a very short time." Shorthouse did not approve of this further delay, but he had no option than to acquiesce, and when Garvey had left the room by the private door he sat and waited with the papers in his hand. The minutes went by and the other did not return.
Even lugs 'em down to the store in a suitcase and sells as high as $20 worth a week, they say. I hear he did start peddlin' 'em around the neighborhood once, but the grand duchess raised such a howl he had to quit. You're liable to see him wheelin' in a barrowful of manure any time, though." "Ought to be some sight," says Garvey. "Cucumbers! Any more like him?"
This in English was translated: "Here lies in the grave, at rest, Kid Wolf." The other headboard was the same, except that the name "Bill Robbins" had been inserted. "Those graves will be filled," sneered Garvey, "unless yuh both come through. Now what's yore answer?" "Garvey," spoke up Kid Wolf, "I've known of othah white men who hired the Apaches to do their dirty work.
Still others merely stared at Garvey and Calumet, unable to account for the latter's mild submission to this unallowed liberty. The proprietor alone, remembering a certain gleam in Calumet's eyes on a former occasion, looked at him now and saw deep in his eyes a slumbering counterpart to it, and discreetly retired to the far end of the bar, where there was a whiskey barrel in front of him.
"Anyway, you're the young man who put him up to this nonsense. I hope you're satisfied." "Me?" says I, doin' the gawp act. "How delightfully mysterious!" says Vee. "What's it all about?" "Yes, Garvey," says I. "What you been up to?" "I'm being natural, that's all," says he. "Natural!" snorts Mrs. Garvey. "Is that what you call it?" "How does it break out?" says I. "If you must know," says Mrs.
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