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Updated: May 9, 2025
I wanted to be a Jap an' belong to th' higher civvylization. Hogan had a Jap frind that used to come in here with him. Hogan thought he was a Prince, but he was a cook an' a student in a theelogical siminry. They'd talk be th' hour about th' beauties iv what Hogan called th' Flowery Kingdom. 'Oh, wondherful land, says Hogan. 'Land iv chrysanthymums an' cherry blossoms a' gasyhee girls, says he.
"You have brought the lady?" he asked. "She is here. She will be with us presently." Hogan groaned and shook his grey head sorrowfully. "But where is Jocelyn?" cried Galliard again, and his haggard face looked very wan and white as he turned it inquiringly upon his companion. "Why is he not here?" "I have bad news."
All I can say is, that she might just as well name either of yourselves, gentlemen, as me." "How do you know that Hogan committed the robbery?" asked Hycy. "Simply bekaise I seen him. He broke open the big chest above stairs." "How did you see him?" asked Vanston. "Through a hole in the partition," she replied, "where a knot of the deal boards had come out.
Then, without completing his sentence, Hogan had seized the black jack and poured half a glass of its contents, which he handed Crispin. "Drink, man," he said briefly, and Crispin, nothing loath, obeyed him. Next Hogan drew the torn and sodden doublet from his guest's back, pushed a chair over to the table, and bade him sit. Again, nothing loath, Crispin did as he was bidden.
The ferocious frown gave way to placid peace and the captain reclined at the feet of the battered victor, who stood waiting for him to get up and fight. The captain lay without a sign of movement and as Hopalong wondered, Hogan was the first to speak. "Fer the love av hiven, let him be! Ye needn't wait he's done; I know by the sound av it!" he exclaimed, stepping forward.
An' I always had me watch out to time th' moon whin' twas shoved acrost th' sky an' th' record breakin' iv day in th' robbers' cave where th' robbers don't dare f'r to shtep on the rock f'r fear they'll stave it in. If day iver broke on th' level th' way it does on th' stage 'twud tear th' bastin' threads out iv what Hogan calls th' firmymint.
"Perchance, master wiseacres, when you have read it, you will appreciate how egotism may also lead men into fatal errors. Haply, too, you will be able to afford Colonel Pride some satisfactory reason for tampering with his correspondence." But Hogan heard him not. He had unfolded the letter, and at the first words he beheld, a frown contracted his brows.
I offered to get in, thinking I could whisper in your ear and warn you, but he wouldn't let me. He stationed me at the window and got in himself. You know what followed. As soon as I saw you were too strong for him I ran away, fearing that he might try to implicate me in the attempt at robbery." Hogan recited this story very glibly and in a very plausible manner. "Mr.
"The nugget," said Crane sternly. Hogan would have denied its possession if he could, but there it was at his side. "There it is," he said. "What induced you to steal it?" demanded Crane. "I was dead broke. Luck was against me. I couldn't help it." "It was a bad day's work for you," said Peabody. "Didn't you know the penalty attached to theft in the mining-camps?"
So they pulled down the sign 'Valkyrie, and put up 'The Shamrock, drove out their Dutch kellners and put in good Irish barkeepers." "What's become of August Meyer, who used to have an interest here?" carelessly said McNerney, affecting a familiarity with old history. "Meyer ran a hidden dead-fall and gambling house next door, at No. 192 Layte Street," said Hogan, biting off his cigar.
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