He had not dealt with the mountain folk for nothing, and handled his clients in a way that would astonish a more conservative practitioner. "Mick," he said, "You go over to Isaacstein's store and wait till I send for you." "I want Mick to be wid me," began Peggy. Blake blazed up. He knew that he must keep his ascendancy over these wild people by force of determination.
Rafferty, that despises the asphalt that a Dago treads on, wakes up in the morning with her feet in the bosom of Antonio Spizzinelli. And Mike O'Dowd, that always threw peddlers downstairs as fast as he came upon 'em, has to unwind old Isaacstein's whiskers from around his neck, and wake up the whole gang at daylight.