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This failed to mend matters, so Lannigan, putting an arm around the old gray's neck, told Silver all about it. Probably Silver misunderstood, for he responded by reaching over Lannigan's shoulder and chewing the big man's leather belt. Only when Lannigan fed to him six red apples and an extra quart of oats did Silver mistrust that something unusual was going to happen.
And then Jimmie Dale shrugged his shoulders. He had evidently been mistaken, after all. He was overexcited; his nerves were raw that, perhaps, was the solution. Meanwhile, every minute was counting, if Whitey Mack and Lannigan should still be at Bristol Bob's. He kept on down the Bowery, hurrying with growing impatience through the crowds that massed in front of various places of amusement.
Thus strangely accompanied, the Gray Horse Truck thundered up Broadway for ten blocks, and when it stopped, before a building in which a careless watchman's lantern had set off the automatic, Old Silver was part of the procession. It was Lannigan who, in the midst of an eloquent flow of indignant abuse, made this announcement: "Why, boys it's it's our Old Silver; jiggered if it ain't!"
Left wrist to the prisoner's right. He's only stunned; he'll be around in a moment. Know him?" Lannigan shook his head. "Take a good look at him," invited Jimmie Dale. "You ought to know most of them in the business." Lannigan bent over a little closer, and then, with an amazed cry, his free hand shot forward and tore away the other's beard. "My God!" gasped Lannigan.
It is, of course, obvious that an alarm raised by you might prove extremely awkward, but a piece of canvas from that bench there, together with a bit of string, would make a most effective gag. I prefer, however, not to submit you to that indignity. Instead, I offer you the alternative of giving me your word to remain quietly where you are for fifteen minutes." Lannigan hesitated.
I'm a reg'lar book-worm, when I gits where they's readin'." "I mind the winter I bached on Crooked Crick I tamed a mouse," ventured Lannigan. "He got so sociable he et out of my fingers." "He shorely must have been fond of you." Ma Snow looked fixedly at Lannigan's hands.
It was obvious enough that Lannigan knew what she had told him for he immediately jerked his hands off the oilcloth, and hid them under the table. He answered with a look of innocence: "Why, I don't know ma'am." "Go out and wash them hands!" Hands, like murder, will out.
And at the sound, with a sharp cry, the man at the wall whirled, the light went out, and he sprang toward the window. Jimmie Dale gained his feet and leaped forward. A revolver shot cut a lane of fire through the blackness; and, above the roar of the report, Whitey Mack's voice in a fierce yell: "It's all right, Lannigan! I got him! No HELL!" There was a terrific crash of breaking glass.
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.
Next morning, sure enough, it did happen. Some say Lannigan wept. As to that none might be sure, for he sat facing the wall in a corner of the bunk-room. No misunderstanding could there have been about his remarks, muttered though they were. They were uncomplimentary to all veterinary inspectors in general, and most pointedly uncomplimentary to one in particular.
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