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He liked his own situation, too. It amused him to think that here he was safe, while only a hundred feet away he was a criminal, fugitive from the law. He liked to go to the very border itself, and jeer at the men on guard there. "If I was on that side," he would say, "you'd have me in one of those rotten uniforms, wouldn't you? Come on over, fellows. The liquor's fine."
"Hurrah for the Church, Charley! Let us have the bishop; and not to disparage Fred's taste, we'll be eating the anchovy while the liquor's concocting." "Well, Maurice, and now for the news. How are matters at Torres Vedras? Anything like movement in that quarter?" "Nothing very remarkable.
Good liquor's too scarce for that," cried another. "Brandy is a great improvement, when you have it, for all that," maintained Kavanagh.
"I suppose that thirst of yours is unimpaired?" inquired Langham. His burning eyes never for an instant forsook the dark outline of the handy-man's slouching figure. "I dunno, boss, I ain't been drinkin' much lately. Liquor's a bully thing to keep the holes in your pants, and your toes out where you can look at 'em if you want to. I dunno as I'll ever take up whisky-drinkin' again," concluded Mr.
Don't think I blame him for it; but true is the word that says, 'When liquor's in sense is out'; and puff, at a breath, out he blasted his wonderful tune. 'Twas really then beyond all belief or telling the dancing. Maurice himself could not keep quiet; staggering now on one leg, now on the other, and rolling about like a ship in a cross sea, trying to humour the tune.
Pointing scornfully at the fat Sheriff, they shouted gleefully, while Slim blushed through his tan. "Now, if you'll kindly show me where " began Mr. Price. "Sure. All the liquor's in the kitchen " said Sage-brush, expanding with hospitality. Slim pushed Sage-brush back into his chair, and Parenthesis tapped the minister on the shoulder to distract his attention. "Thanks.
Be alive now, there. Where's the toast? confound you, where's the toast?" "There, Sparks, you like a drumstick, I know. Mustn't muzzle the ox, eh? Scripture for you, old boy. Eat away; hang the expense. Hand him over the jug. Empty eh, Charley? Come, Sparkie, bear a hand; the liquor's out." "But won't you let me eat?" "Eat! Heavens, what a fellow for eating!
Van, for his part, far more torn than he could have believed possible, proceeded down the street in such a daze as a drunken man might experience, emerging from liquor's false delights to life's cold, merciless facts. The camp was more emptied than he had ever known it since first it was discovered. Only a handful of the reservation stragglers had returned.
"Well, then, sir," said the other, "will you be so good as to come along with me, and we'll make out some snug spot where I'll have the pleasure of drinkin' your honor's health." "Good again," replied the unlucky dupe; "upon my soul you're an excellent fellow; Proceed, I attend you. The liquor's good, you say?" "Betther was never drank, your honor." "Very well, sir, I believe you.
"That's quite clear, Ned," replied Bradly, gravely; "it was indeed a wild and foolish thing to do, but when the liquor's in the wit's out. No doubt you've much to repent of, but certainly you aren't answerable as if you'd killed poor Joe. Only, see how one thing leads to another.
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