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"Don't work up a sweat for a little thing like that, old man. Of course we saw you were an Injun and ahem! I mean, how in time did you happen to catch hold of our lingo so mighty pat, laddy-buck?" "My brother means to ask who taught you to speak as we do, Ixtli?" amended Bruno, catching at the wished-for opportunity now it offered. "And who was that nice little gal with the yellow hair?
"Ranting, prancing, cavorting 'sour-us' right out of Webster's Unabridged, eh, laddy-buck?" "That's all right, if you can only keep on thinking that way, old man; but if yonder isn't a fellow being in a mighty nasty pickle, then I wouldn't even begin to say so! And you look, uncle Phaeton, please."
He turned as she looked at him, and grinned back at her, pointing humorously to a badly discoloured eye. "Friend o' yours gave me that," he admitted, quite as a matter of course. "Did a good job, too." "A friend of mine?" in surprise. "Sure; you're a friend o' Jim Westcott, ain't yer? Lacy said so, and Jim's the laddy-buck who whaled me." "Mr. Westcott! When?" "Last night. You see it was this way.
"Bread and water for you, my laddy-buck," said she, with a broad wink. "What a blithering fool you are. The finest lady in the land wants to make you her husband, and you kick up a row about it. You " "You go to the devil," said Reynolds savagely. Quinlan laughed. For four days and nights, he remained in the small, bare room.
"If you must hit a man, hit one of your own size," he said quietly. "Drew! Drew himself!" shouted the mate, recognizing the second captive. "The very one we wanted! Hi, bullies! we've got the whip-hand now. We've got the old man's right bower! An' him an' the gal an' Tyke Grimshaw will pay us our price for the freedom of this laddy-buck, to say nothin' of Parmalee. Bring 'em along!"
"Without showing it too mighty plainly, one or the other of us can always be ready and prepared to dump the laddy-buck, in case he tries to come any of his didoes. And, at the same time, we can be hugging up to him just as sweetly as though we knew he was on the dead level. Understand?"
Nan did not know that the moment they appeared in the side alley, leading back to the rear of the theatre, a policeman with more zeal than good sense hustled them away from the door and would not let even Walter return when he found that Nan and Pearl were not with the party. "Ye can't go back in there, me laddy-buck," declared the officer. "Is it crazy ye are?
If Delehanty is on his station now, watch us lose the laddy-buck on the motor-cycle!" They had reached a corner on lower Broadway, whence the home-going stream of humanity had long since disappeared like ants into the burrow of subway entrances, but where a burly traffic policeman still loomed bulkily in the middle of the thoroughfare.
"It's on me, Dave," McCarthy admitted. "'Tis only that yer me host, or I'd be shockin' the ladies with yer nortorious disgraces. But I'll lave ye live this time, Dave. Come, spade the partin' guests; we must be movin'." "No ye don't, ye young laddy-buck," he interposed, as St. Vincent started to take Frona down the hill, "'Tis her foster-daddy sees her home this night."
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