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They had gladly let "Lanky" monopolize the boat so as to be spared his society. To "Lanky's" disgust we had caught only two six-inch fish. Just as we started for the shore he made a farewell cast. Something struck his spinner; his reel sang, his rod bent, and he stood up in the boat, yelling instructions at me. The rest of the party quit fishing to watch him land the fish.
If Lanky's gone under, I expect I'll have to pick a quarrel with Slade and hurry things along." "Don't you!" she objected. For all of her confidence in Harris's efficiency in most respects, her implicit belief in his courage, she could not forget the awkward swing of his gun and she had a swift vision of him facing Slade without a chance.
Hopalong turned wearily and tossed his half-consumed cigarette into the box of sand which did duty as a cuspidore: "I reckon so; an' he shore can hatch whenever he gets good an ready, too." "He's probably a-broodin' over past grievances," offered Johnny, as he suddenly pushed Lanky's elbow from the table, nearly causing a catastrophe.
"I expect that's Bobby Bennett who works in the Meat Market," replied the atom of a man who had accosted us at Aldgate. "He was a friend of Lanky's, and a bad 'un. I've 'eard say that 'e 'ad a record at the Old Bailey." "What for?" "'Ousebreakin'." "Is he working now?" Ambler inquired. "Yes. I saw 'im in Farrin'don Street yesterday." "Ah!" remarked the constable.
Lanky's engagements were always interestin'," he added, with a grim smile. "Well, go on," said Ambler, eagerly. "What followed?" "'E told me to go down to Tait Street and see 'im at eight o'clock, as 'e had a message for you. I went, and when I got there I found 'im lying on the floor of his room stone dead." "You went to the police, of course?" "No, I didn't; I came here to see you instead.
"Of course, I was waiting for it," replied my companion, alert and eager. "Well," he said, "I suppose I'd better tell yer the truth at once, sir." "Certainly. What is it?" "Well, Lanky's dead." "Dead?" cried Ambler. "Impossible. I was waiting for him." "I know. This morning in the Borough Market he told me to come 'ere and find you, because he wasn't able to come. 'E had a previous engagement.
Lanky and Oakes ran to get under it, with good intentions, but with misdirected energy, and collided forcefully, while the ball bounced from Lanky's shoulder and rolled along the ground, a prize for whoever could first get it. "A miss!" "By jove, our fellows have lost the ball!" "Get to it, Columbia!" Exclamations of dismay, and frantic appeals came from a thousand throats.
"Meanin' that I've got several little pieces which I've wrote when I didn't have anything else to do an' that I'd be right willin' to have them put into the Kicker to help fill her up. Some of the boys think they're right classy." Norton looked around at the other men for confirmation of the truth of this modest statement. He caught Lanky's glance.
Although Hopalong's antics made them laugh, they grumbled at his recklessness and were not tempted to emulate him. It was noticeable, too, that they shoved their rifles out simultaneously and, although both were aiming, only one fired. Lanky's gun cracked so close to the enemy's that the whirr of the bullet over Red's head was merged in the crack of his partner's reply.
The Lanky's bayonet dropped from his hand, and he fell backwards. The haft of the pike striking the ground stopped him for a moment, and then he swung sideways and dropped on to his face; the pike remaining wedged in his spine, the shaft sprang into the air in a manner that was never after quite free of a suggestion of the hideously ludicrous in Jim's mind.
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