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How I knew the tender affection and knowledge of me which had prompted it. How well I understood what it was meant to do. I had a little private enjoyment of aunt Gary's disconsolate face and grudging hands as she bestowed upon me the first ten dollars.
"Please let them come," urged Jerry's mother. "I am so happy that I can't bear to think of them being so terribly disappointed. And Gary's pleasure would be spoiled knowing they were here at home while the rest of you were at the circus." "It does seem hard-hearted," Mrs. Mullarkey relented, "but Danny knows he can't pick on Jerry and not suffer for it.
'Twould be better than standin' trial for bein' caught on a blackguard of a slaver bad luck to her." "We must make the best of it," began Ralph, when Gary's voice interrupted him. "Hoist away there, men!" cried the captain, brandishing his arms furiously. "Up with that fo's'l! Up with it, I say! Ease away on those tops'ls. Lively now! Haul away on that jib. Flatten 'em, boys!"
How I knew the tender affection and knowledge of me which had prompted it. How well I understood what it was meant to do. I had a little private enjoyment of Aunt Gary's disconsolate face and grudging hands as she bestowed upon me the first ten dollars.
Bowe, Gary's mother," she said, "and oh, how can I ever thank you for loving him and giving him a home? I never can repay you." "That we can't, Mrs. Mullarkey," Whiteface interposed. "But what is this about taking Gary away? And Celia Jane?" "Let's go into the house first," suggested Mrs. Bowe. "We have too big an audience here." She led the way, her arm still about Mrs. Mullarkey's shoulder.
My mother wrote that she would not join us in Syria; she preferred to remain in Paris, where she had my aunt Gary's company and could receive the American news regularly.
"To me the mere mention of South America is like Mother Gary's chickens to a sailor, a harbinger of storm." But Hart consumed Tomlin's best brew to no purpose in so far as seeing Mr. Franklin was concerned, since the latter was in Knoleworth, buying a famous racing stud. Being in the village, however, this fisher in troubled waters was not inclined to return without a bag of some sort.
Ralph, feeling that here was his best friend aboard, resolved to acquaint the mate with all that had occurred relating to Shard's and Gary's conspiracy against himself. This he did as briefly as possible, clinching his remarks by holding out the letter. "I won't read it, though it's right enough you should, seeing it concerns your safety," replied Duff.
"Well, a man's obleeged to look out for number one, cap'n," responded the fellow, falling back and restoring his quid to his left jaw. Ralph seemed about to speak, but as Gary's cold, hard eye fell on the lad, prudence bade him hold his peace. Besides he did not more than half comprehend the nature of the captain's explanation.
They wanted to lay hands on Gary's slayer to disarm him and bring him into the town of Concho themselves or, if he showed fight, to "get" him. They forgot that he was little more than a boy. He was an enemy and potently dangerous. "It's Young Pete," said a cowboy. "I know him by that black hat." Plying quirt and spur the posse flung down the ridge and out across the plain below.
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