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The officer, winking wisely to himself, thrust his tongue into his cheek. "Daughter of Isaac Flint, th' Billionaire!" he was thinking, with derision. "Oh, yes, billionaires' daughters would be visitin' Socialists an' bums an' red-light con-workers like this geezer. Oh yes, sure, sure they would I should worry!"
In the moment of illumination, they saw a long grey beard, massed with ice to the nose, cheeks that were white with frost, and closed eyes with frost-rimmed lashes frozen together. Then the match went out. "Come on," Shorty said, rubbing his ear. "We can't do nothing for the old geezer. An' I've sure frosted my ear. Now all the blamed skin'll peel off and it'll be sore for a week."
The fingers crept inside and touched the knob and lock there was no key within. The whispering still went on but it seemed like a screaming of vultures now in Jimmie Dale's ears, as the words came to him. "Aw, say, Skeeter, dis high-brow stunt gives me de pip! Me fer goin' in dere an' croakin' de geezer reg'lar, widout de frills. Who's to know?
Elam was a mental Gnat and a spiritual Microbe, but the Geezer knew how to annex the Kale. When Providence is directing the Handouts, she very often slips some Squarehead the canny Gift of corralling the Cush, but holds out all of the desirable Attributes supposed to distinguish Man from what you see in the Cages at the Zoo.
"It's cold mathematics that they will lose more than they win to-night, that the big proportion is losing right now." "You're sure strong on figgers," Shorty murmured admiringly. "An' in the main you're right. But they's such a thing as facts. An' one fact is streaks of luck. They's times when every geezer playin' wins, as I know, for I've sat in in such games an' saw more'n one bank busted.
"It belongs to the geezer I backed up five hundred feet last night. An' what gets me is four hundred an' ninety of them feet was to the good . . . his good. Come on, Smoke. Let's start the hike to Dawson. Though if you're hankerin' to kill me I won't lift a finger to prevent." "Funny you don't gamble none," Shorty said to Smoke one night in the Elkhorn. "Ain't it in your blood?"
"Like him!" almost yelled Cop; "I should think you would like him! Why, he's the 'Pop!" "'Pop? What's that?" said Shag, with a puzzled air. "Popular, the most popular boy in college head in everything clubs, classes, sports. Everybody is dippy over him from the Head right down to 'Infant' Innis, that little geezer in shorts across the table, who is only eleven last birthday.
"The old geezer had got him hidden somewhere in some dungeon, or he'd killed him out an' out that's what he'd been up to!" they clamored. "Wisht the lot of us had been there then wisht we 'ad. We'd 'ave give' 'im wot for, anyway!" "An' 'im walkin' out o' the place so early in the mornin' just singin' like that!
And when we finally pulled you loose, he picked up his hat and made a run for it." Ford meditated gloomily. "I'll lick him again, and lick him when I'm sober, by thunder!" he promised grimly. "Who was he, do you know?" "No, I don't. Little, dried-up geezer with a nose like a kit-fox's and a whine to his voice. He won't come around here no more."
They's just exactly, preecisely, nor nothin' more or anythin' less'n twenty-eight eggs in the pail, an' they cost, every danged last one of 'em, just exactly seven great big round iron dollars a throw. If you stand in cryin' need of any further items of information, I'm willin' and free to impart." "Go on," Smoke requested. "Well, that geezer you was dickerin' with is a big buck Indian.
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