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Updated: July 29, 2025
The man with the cash pays it at the bar in the presence of a crowd of ruffians, the bartender looking over the boy's shoulder, and a loafer follows him out to his horse, shows him a pistol and asks him if he hasn't "one of them things."
"He and a lot of young loafers took a horse and drove him all through my cornfield to-day, and now you've got to pay the damages." "My son is not a scallywag," Mr. Mason declared, "and if you call him names like loafer and scallywag I'll make you pay damages." "Oh! you will, eh?" the other sneered. "Think I'm afraid of an old constable up here, do you?" "Well now, see here," Mr.
"He's all right!" I said "He's a loafer, just the same," his father said, gaily. "If he had as much appetite for his Talmud as he has for his school-books he would really be all right." "What do you want of him?" Malkah interceded. "Doesn't he work hard enough as it is? He hardly has an hour's rest." "There you have it!
I made up my mind that he was likely to become a valuable asset when I heard Aunt Deel say to my Uncle Peabody: "You'll have to send that loafer away, right now, ayes I guess you will." "Why?" "Because this boy has learnt to swear like a pirate ayes he has!"
He went out into the street, and asked the first good-natured-looking loafer he saw the way to Gravesend. "Way to your grandmother," said the loafer; "don't you come saucing of me." "But which is the way?" said Dickie. The man looked hard at him and then pointed with a grimy thumb over his shoulder. "It's thirty mile if it's a yard," he said. "Got any chink?" "I lost it," said Dickie.
"Then call up over there and tell the sheriff we want him. It has to do with the Renaud murder." The loafer sprang to the street and veered across, shouting the news as he went, while Ba'tiste made hurried arrangements regarding the silent form of the lonely cabin.
Is it in there 'red like crimson, white as wool'? Oh, no, my sins are too red for that! Listen, Job, I want to tell you. I am dying a poor lost sinner, but I was not always a street loafer, kicked and cuffed by the world. Hear me, my boy! Would you believe that I was once a mother's blue-eyed boy in old New Hampshire? Oh, such a mother! She's up where the angels are now.
The life he was leading was not the noblest; he had no illusions on that score; but he was no longer a loafer waiting in luxurious ease for the curtain to fall upon a dull first act in a tedious drama, but a man of action, quite capable of holding his own against the world! "You've caught the spirit at last! We're the jolliest beggars alive!" exulted the Governor.
We were sitting together on the edge of his bedstead, for he owned no chairs, watching the horses being watered for the night, while the native woman was preparing dinner. I did not like being patronized by a loafer, but I was his guest for the time being, though he owned only one very torn alpaca-coat and a pair of trousers made out of gunny-bags.
There had been a Deficit in the Budget, which necessitated travelling, not Second-class, which is only half as dear as First-class, but by Intermediate, which is very awful indeed. There are no cushions in the Intermediate class, and the population are either Intermediate, which is Eurasian, or native, which for a long night journey is nasty, or Loafer, which is amusing though intoxicated.
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