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The crowd examined him with frank curiosity, commenting on him as "the dude that's been scrappin' with Mike Murphy." He saw some of the women busy over the prostrate form of Mrs. Murphy, lifting her from the floor to the bed. "Well, Mike," one of the policemen said, "I guess this job'll be your last. You've done it this time."
"I tell you, father Major Longsword's exactly the boy," said George; "send to Boyle for him; he wants to get a name in the country, and the job'll just suit him." "You're right for once, George," said Jonas, "Longsword's just the man that will answer." And accordingly it was at last decided that Major Longsword was to be the honoured individual.
It'll be a mean job, fur these teachers hevn't the spunk of a coyote, an' ten to one he won't hev no shootin' irons, so the job'll hev to be done with fists." "Good!" said Mose. "The crowd drinks with me to a square job, and no backin'. Chuck the pasteboards, jedge The dickens!" For Mose had got first Jack. "Square job, and no backin'," said the judge, with a grin.
"I reckon MY job'll be a bit more on the plumb, though," he chuckled, and, delighted with his little joke, shouldered his axe and walked towards one of the marked trees, while Dan speculated aloud on the chances a man had of "getting off alive" if a tree fell on him.
You have been drinking again or you wouldn't talk of killing a man. I warned you. I won't do this thing you ask of me till I have your promise. Why won't you leave the bottle alone?" "I'll promise," came the sullen reply. "Very well. Then pack and go across to Bitter Seeps." "That job'll take all summer," growled Snap. "So much the better. When you come home I'll keep my promise."
"I hate to see you ruined by women and likker. Mule-skinnin' ain't all beer and skittles, as they say; but this job'll tide you over, anyhow, and you'll come out at the end with money in your pocket, if you choose, and no doctor's bill to pay." "Sir," I said gratefully, "may I think it over to-night, and let you know in the morning? Where will I find you?"
They've got nine hundred and six vessels out, and every one of them has got to go to Davy Jones' locker before we can sleep sound of nights. My first job'll have to be untangling those nine oh six forces, getting lines on each one of them, and seeing if I can project straight enough to find the ships before the torpedoes overtake them.
"Well, since you are so very new in this game, Senator, I'll talk right out in meetin', as they call it. I came to ask about an appointment an' to tip you off on a couple o' propositions. I want Jim Hagley taken care of you've heard of Jim was clerk o' Fenimore County. A $2,000 a year job'll do for him; $500 o' that he gives to the organization."
Nobody in Fleet Street knows how long his job'll last. Half the men on the Daily Circle have had the sack. Some of our chaps have gone! Fleet Street's full of men looking for jobs. About fifty papers have smashed up since the thing began ... sporting papers mostly. It frightens you, this sort of thing!..." He came away from Fleet Street as quickly as possible.
"And since the light came into the temple, Nugent Cassis, we've been busy ourselves. Struck me one or two little matters need adjusting." "Your treatment of the substitute for example," said Cranbourne. "Not unlikely, but that job'll keep, and it's in hand already under Laurence." "Dear me, we are being very frank, are we not?" murmured Mr. Torrington.
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