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He rounded the corner into Eighth Avenue and darted north among the trucks. At Columbus Circle, the dummy-chucker spoke. "Thanks again, friend," he said. "I'll be steppin' off here." His rescuer glanced at him. "Want to earn a hundred dollars?" "Quitcher kiddin'," said the dummy-chucker. "No, no; this is serious," said the young man. The dummy-chucker leaned luxuriously back in his seat.
Taxicabbin' me all night in the Park and drinkin' around this way all the time together. You 'ain't been kiddin' me, Lew?" He shot up his cigar to an oblique. "Now you're shoutin'!" he repeated. "It took three months to get you down off your high horse, but now we're talkin' the same language." "Lew!" "It ain't every girl I take up with; just let that sink in.
Every one ought to have a microscope in his home. When you get hard up it will make a dime look like a dollar, and a dollar like a five-dollar gold piece. Step right up! I ain't kiddin' you. Five cents for two looks, and fifteen for the microscope." Suddenly he faltered. At the edge of the crowd he had recognized two faces.
"But don't kid yerself dat youse're kiddin' me into givin' it to youse because youse have got a pretty smile an' a sweet voice! Savvy? I" she choked suddenly, and caught at her throat "I guess youse're de only chance I got-dat's all." "That's better," said Rhoda Gray encouragingly. "And now you'll let me go and get a doctor, won't you, Nan?" "Wait!" said Gypsy Nan hoarsely.
"She's orful good to us," continued Amarilly, "and it was through her, Mr. St. John, that we got the surpluses." "It was, indeed, Amarilly; but my name is not St. John. It is John Meredith." "She was jest kiddin' me, then!" deduced Amarilly appreciatively. "I thought at fust as how yer name was St. Mark, and she said you could never be a St. Mark, that you was St. John. She likes a joke. Mr.
"We may soon camp anywhere we like," said Ned. "The Zone government understands that we are a lot of kids out after specimens." "Specimens of what?" asked Jimmie. "Tall, slender men with black hair turning gray," replied Frank. "Quit your kiddin'," grinned Jimmie. The boys left the train at a modern depot, passed through the train-shed, crossed a level sward, and looked down into a mighty chasm.
"Oh, nothin'. I hate to see any guy get hurt." "I'm glad to hear you say that. I begin to think you are a bigger man than he is." "Me?" And Collie flushed, misunderstanding the other's drift. "I guess you're kiddin'." "No, I mean it. Mr. Tenlow still seemed pretty hot about your share in this er enterprise. You seem to have no hard feelings against him." "Huh! He shouldn't to be sore at me.
"Well, ain't that a Willie for your whiskers?" he commented. "Where'd you dig up the hobo, Ranse? Goin' to make an auditorium for inbreviates out of the ranch?" "Say," said Curly, from whose panoplied breast all shafts of wit fell blunted. "Any of you kiddin' guys got a drink on you? Have your fun. Say, I've been hittin' the stuff till I don't know straight up." He turned to Ranse.
The commodore shook hands cordially and departed, followed by the faithful Neils Halvorsen. The moment the door closed behind them Scraggs turned to the engineer. "Mac," he said earnestly, "Gib's up to somethin'. He's got that imagination o' his workin'. I can tell it every time; he gets a foggy look in his eyes. We made a mistake kiddin' him to-day.
"Bah!" snorts Old Hickory, turnin' on his heel, and he cusses eloquent all the way down and out to the taxi. "Seems to me I've heard how Mr. Nash uses a private elevator," I suggests. "Quite like him," says Old Hickory. "Think you could find it?" "I could make a stab," says I. But at that I knew I was kiddin' myself. Why not?
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