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"They don't tell me they have run away. But they are all greenies just as green as grass," this shrewd child of the street declared. "Have you seen any girls lately who have come to the city to be picture actresses?" Nan asked with sudden eagerness. "Yep," was the reply. "Sure?" cried Bess. "You don't mean it!" "Yes, I do. Two girls bigger'n you. Le's see it was last Friday."
All any of you will be tried for are your actions as regards the Greenies. If brutality against them is proven, you'll be properly punished for that alone." He turned to Philander. "Are the natives all right?" The man looked up hopelessly, unable to believe Hanlon's statement about himself. "How do I know?" his voice was dispirited.
He hoped he could keep it until he had learned how to talk with these people and learned much about them, their situation, and how it could best be ameliorated. The other men, he knew, considered the natives simply beasts, and would probably take away his transformer, instead of using it to learn about the Greenies as he planned to do.
Compared with these greyhounds of the wave, we resembled nothing so much as some old lightship bobbing serenely around, as if part and parcel of the mid-Atlantic. Our greenies were getting so well seasoned by this time that even this rough weather did not knock any of them over, and from that time forward they had no more trouble from sea-sickness.
A gaping rustic and his new bride, or a strolling foreigner, marvelling and making notes at every turn, might be observed in the Patent Office examining General Washington's breeches, but these were at once called "greenies," and people put out their tongues and winked at them. A very dismal, a very dirty, and a very Democratic settlement was the American Capital, till the war came.
"I hate like time to have to be an example for the greenies and sophs.," wailed Jennie, cramming things into her traveling bag quite recklessly. The girls were ready for their strange journey in twenty minutes. There was no dawdling over dressing on this occasion. When they returned to the Madame's office Samuel was just bringing the dog-cart to the door. "Are you warmly dressed, girls?"
That was the night he, knowing that Hanlon had been the last at the compound, sneaked out and unlocked all the gates. He figured, of course, that it would be apparent to everyone that it was Hanlon's rank carelessness that had allowed all the Greenies to escape. But to the surprise of everyone except Hanlon not a single one had left; all were inside their huts the next morning.
But the big guard did not reach Hanlon. One of the newer guards, a giant Swede named Jenssen, stopped him. "Aw, lay off the kid, Gort. He's okay. That stunt of feeding the Greenies fertilizer makes 'em turn out lots more work, and we'll get us bigger bonuses 'cause of it." But Gorton was not the type to know when to quit.
He is only splurging round to start up the greenies." And the mud-clerk spoke with an indifference and yet a sort of dilettante interest in the game that shocked his friend, the striker. "Why don't they set these blacklegs ashore?" said August, whose love of justice was strong. "You tell," drawled the mud-clerk. He can set them off whenever he wants to."
"Well, that will cook 'em!" cried Tad Horner. "If he has done that, we'll make a show of those greenies." "What reason have you for thinking anything of the sort?" "Every reason. The regular Yale stroke cannot be improved upon. That is beyond question." Hartwick smiled wearily. "That's what I call conceit," he said. "You don't know whether it can be improved upon or not."
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