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"Oh, I punched him up some, I couldn't keep my hands off him, I only wonder I didn't kill him " "Let me out of this, boss " whined the handy-man. "Shut up, you!" said the gambler roughly. He drew back his hand, but Langham caught his arm. "Don't do that, Andy!" he said. "He isn't in any shape to stand much more of that; and what's the use, the harm's done!"
The handy-man laughed and drew himself up aggressively. "I'm a man as can do damage I got to be treated right, or by the Lord I'll do damage! I been badgered and hounded by Marsh and Andy Gilmore till I'm fair crazy. They got to take their hands off me and leave me loose, for I won't hang no man on their say-so! John North never done me no harm, I got nothing agin him!"
There was a moment of silence. The handy-man was searching his pockets for a fresh match. "Why have you come back, Joe?" asked Langham finally, when he could command himself. Montgomery started violently and his pipe fell from his mouth. "Is that you, Boss Langham?" he faltered.
Because it is straight, every damn word of it, boss." And as if to give emphasis to his words the handy-man swung out a grimy fist and dropped it into an equally grimy palm. "What did you do after that?" asked Gilmore. "Not much. I laid low and presently lifted my sack of coal out and ducked around to Lonigan's saloon. I went in there by the back door and left my sack leanin' against the building.
"Boss, I was in White's woodshed," answered Montgomery. "Tell the jury what you saw," said Moxlow. "Well, I seen a good deal," evaded the handy-man, shaking his great head. "Go on!" urged Moxlow impatiently. "It was this way," said Joe.
"I thought it was Mr. North, it looked like Mr. North, and I thought it was him, I thought so then and I think so now," said Montgomery desperately. "Are you willing to swear positively that it was John North?" demanded Moxlow. "No " said the handy-man, "No, I only say I thought it was John North.
Montgomery looked at Gilmore, whose fierce insistent glance was bent compellingly on him. The recollection of the gambler's threats and promises flashed through his mind. "Was it a face you knew?" repeated Moxlow. The handy-man gave him a sudden glare. "Yes," he said in a throaty whisper. "How could you tell in the dark?" "It wasn't so terrible dark, with the snow on the ground.
"He'll have more by and by, won't he?" he said. "How you talk, of course he will!" "He'd have a devil of a time chewin' his food if he didn't," observed, the handy-man with a throaty chuckle. "And, Joe, I got the twenty dollars you sent!" "Is any of it left?" inquired Mr. Montgomery, with sudden interest. "The rent and things took it all.
So Roger Olver, huntsman and handy-man to Sir John Penalune of Penalune, squire of Polpeor, hitched his horse's bridle on the staple by the doctor's front door it would be hard to compute how many farmers, husbands, riding down at dead of night with news of wives in labour, had tethered their horses to that well-worn staple and was conducted by Jenifer to the doctor's study. 'Ah!
"But why?" asked Lynette. "There is Marie, my maid, and the red-cheeked parlourmaid, whose name I don't yet know, and Mrs. Pugh, the housekeeper ..." "Who was Dr. Saxham's nurse when he was a little boy, and adores him. And Mrs. Pugh's husband, who is gardener, and handy-man, and coachman when required."
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