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Well," says he, "I'll give you as much in one day as you can earn there in two; I'll give you eight shillings." "Long life to your Lordship," says I. So next day to it I went with a party of men a-digging a piece of canal, and if it wasn't a hot day my name is not Pat Lannigan.
Jimmie Dale smiled. "I agree," said Lannigan shortly. Jimmie Dale stepped back. The electric-light switch clicked. The place was in darkness. There was a moment, two, of utter stillness; then softly, from the front end of the shop, a whisper: "If I were you, Lannigan, I'd take that gun from Whitey's pocket before he comes round and beats you to it."
"Them leaders is turrible good snow-horses; they sabe snow-shoes like a man." Lannigan stretched his neck to catch a glimpse of them through the pines before they made the turn into the Main street. There was a slightly acid edge to Uncle Bill's tone as he observed: "I ought to git my Try-bune to-night if the postmistress at Beaver Crick is done with it." "Git-ep! Eagle! Git-ep, Nig!"
It seemed to Jimmie Dale as though cold fingers were clutching at his heart, stifling its beat then the blood came bursting to his forehead. He could not see into the room, but that silence was eloquent. It seemed as though he could picture the two men Lannigan leaning suddenly forward Lannigan and Whitey Mack staring tensely into each other's eyes. "You WHAT!" It came low and grim from Lannigan.
Their relief was almost hysterical when one evening at sunset Lannigan shouted joyfully: "Here they come!" They dashed through the tunnel to see Mr. Dill dragging one foot painfully after the other to the hotel. He seemed indifferent to the boisterous greeting, groaning merely: "Oh-h-h, what a hill!" "We been two days a makin' it," Jim vouchsafed cheerfully. "Last night we slept out on the snow."
She whirled upon him like a catamount and her weak blue eyes watered in a way they had when she was about to show the hardness of a Lucretia Borgia. Her voice, too, that quivered as though on the verge of tears, had a quality in it which sent shivers up and down the spines of those who were familiar with it. "Lannigan, what did I tell you?"
The second man was even better known than the first; there was not a crook in New York but would side-step Lannigan of headquarters, and do it with amazing celerity if he could! "Something up!
And, when you git down to the secondary enrichment you'll take it out in c-c-chunks!" Inwardly, Lannigan was cursing himself bitterly that he had eaten "The Gold-Dust Twins," but, searching through his pockets, fortunately, he found a sample from the "Prince o' Peace." He handed it to Mr. Dill, together with a magnifying glass. "Take a look at this, will you?"
"Now go over there and sit down on the floor beside that fellow. QUICK!" Jimmie Dale's voice rasped suddenly, imperatively. Still bewildered, but a little sullen now, Lannigan obeyed. Jimmie Dale stooped quickly, and snapped the other link of the handcuff over the unconscious man's right wrist. Jimmie Dale smiled. "That's the approved way of taking your man, isn't it?
He's got Stangeist and his gang steered for the electric chair now; he put a crimp in the Weasel the other night get that? He's like a blasted wizard with what he knows. And who'll he deal the icy mitt to next? Me damn him me, for all I know!" "That's all right," observed Lannigan coolly. "I'm not questioning your sincerity for a minute; I know all about that; but that doesn't land the Gray Seal.
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