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There were lots of Portuguese girls working at the looms all around me, and I could out-weave them, every day, and I did, too. It isn't a case of work. What is it?" The lineman looked at her in a troubled way. "Many's the time I've asked myself that same question. 'We're better'n these cheap emigrants, I'd say to myself. 'We was here first, an' owned the land.
He isn't working now anyway, and he'll be more likely to talk. See that tree in there, just inside the gate, and the way the branches are grown together. It's a curiosity. Ask him about it. That's a good way to get started." Billy stopped, when they were alongside. "How do you do," he said gruffly. The lineman, a young fellow, paused in the cracking of a hard-boiled egg to stare up at the couple.
Why didn't you say she was in front of the church? Cain't you see we've wasted time here jest because you didn't have sense 'nough to " "Anybody ought to know it 'thout being told, you old Rube," growled the lineman, who was from Boggs City. "Here, now, sir, that will do you! I won't 'low no man to " "Anderson, be quiet!" cautioned Mrs. Crow. "You'll wake the baby!"
Before he had reached the lighted cross-arm he knew that the glow must come from a skylight; and that the skylight must be the one that had saved that hidden little office room from being dark. He was no lineman, but he knew enough to be careful about the wires, so it took him several minutes to work his way to where he could straddle a crosstree that had few wires.
A young lineman, who had been listening with all his soul and ever wider stretching eyes, now gave an unearthly yell and almost sprang through the top of the tent, knocking over the unhappy journalist and sending the hot tea streaming down his neck. The youth's exit was somewhat unceremonious. The office was hastily removed to the high bank of the adjacent stream.
It was at least four o'clock in the afternoon as the janitor of the building later reported to the police when a Postal-Union lineman, carrying a well-worn case of tools, made his way up through the halls and stairways of one of those many Italian apartment houses just south of Washington Square and west of Broadway. This lineman worked on the roof, apparently, for some twenty minutes.
Daniel was in an obstreperous mood ... he cried out that I must be his "telegraph pole," that he would be a lineman, and climb me. I felt an affection for him that I had not known before. I played with him, letting him climb up my leg. He finished, a-straddle my shoulders. I reached up and sat him still higher, on my head. And he waved his arms and shouted, as if making signals to someone far off.
This Saxon could brook far easier than could Billy, who would mutter and grumble deep in his throat. Beside the road they came upon a lineman eating his lunch. "Stop and talk," Saxon whispered. "Aw, what's the good? He's a lineman. What'd he know about farmin'?" "You never can tell. He's our kind. Go ahead, Billy. You just speak to him.
Dancing stopped long enough to take one shot, and ran with Bucks, who had found no chance to shoot, following. The bear gained fast on the long-legged lineman and his boy companion. A wash-out, hidden by a clump of bushes, lay directly in the path of flight. Dancing, perceiving it, dashed to the left and escaped.
"Seagrue, put down that pistol or I'll wring your neck," returned the lineman, baring his right arm as he sauntered toward the outlaw. Bucks, beside Stanley, stood transfixed as he watched Dancing. The lineman's revolver was slung in the holster at his side. Seagrue hesitated. He saw Bob Scott standing in the doorway of the gambling tent with his rifle lying carelessly over his arm.
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