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"What what you tryin' t' tell me you Bud?" questioned Spike, between quivering lips. "I'm tellin' ye things are gettin' too warm oh, Hermy ain't the icicle she tries t' make out she is." "An' I'm tellin' you you're a liar, Bud M'Ginnis a dirty liar!" cried the boy. M'Ginnis's bull neck swelled; between his thick, black brows a vein swelled and pulsed.
The moon was down, and it was very dark, and soon M'Ginnis found himself in the denser gloom of trees. On he ran, twisting and doubling, on and on, until spent and breathless, he paused to hearken. Far away, voices shouted to each other, voices that gradually grew more distant; so, finally having caught his breath, M'Ginnis went on again.
A fellow who would attack a man sitting down isn't to be trusted behind one so, after you, Mr. Flowers. Oh, we'll wait until you can use your arm, but we'll wait outside. Miss Chesterton's flat is no place for your sort, so out with you, and quick d'ye hear?" M'Ginnis opened his lips to retort, but passion choked him, and snarling unintelligibly, he turned and strode out upon the landing.
Choking now, M'Ginnis felt fingers on his naked throat, iron fingers that clutched cruelly, and in this painful grip was whirled, choking, against the wall and thence borne down and down. And now M'Ginnis, lying helpless across his opponent's knee, stared up into a face pale but grimly joyous, lips that curled back from gnashing white teeth eyes that glared merciless.
"Holy smoke!" exclaimed M'Ginnis, surveying Spike up and down in mock amazement, "this ain't you, Kid no, this sure ain't you. Looks all t' th' company-promoter, don't he, Soapy?" "'S' right, Kid, 's' right!" nodded the pallid youth, his smouldering eyes always turning toward M'Ginnis. "Say, now, Bud, quit your kiddin'!" said Spike petulantly.
Oh!" he cried, seeing her flinch, "you think you've got the Kid tied to ye, you think you've got him, I guess but you ain't! I've got him right here!" and holding out his hand, M'Ginnis slowly clenched it into a fist. "I've got th' Kid, see an' he's goin' th' way I want him he's got to, see?" "Ah!" she cried, her scorn and fearless pride shattered to trembling pleading at last.
Well, can't ye talk? Can't ye speak?" Hermione only looked at him, and before those calm, fearless eyes, M'Ginnis burned in a wild yet impotent rage. "Won't talk, hey?" he questioned between grinding teeth. "Well, now, see here, Hermy. If you let this guy come any love business with you behind me back, it'll be his finish an' he can blame you for it! An' see here again watch out for young Arthur.
"Spike, did you bring in the butter?" enquired Ravenslee, serenely unconscious of M'Ginnis. "Yes, here it is, Geoff but say " "It doesn't feel much," said Ravenslee, weighing the package in his hand. "It's half a pound. But say, here's Bud; he says you're to "
"I guess he don't need no more 'n' say, Kid, you're in on this job too, don't forget! Come on, it's little old N' York for ours!" Though M'Ginnis dragged at him, Spike huddled limply on his knees, his glaring eyes always staring in the one direction; whereupon M'Ginnis cursed and left him.
"But, Gee whiz!" exclaimed M'Ginnis, tightening his grasp, "you sure are some class, Kid, in that stiff collar an' sporty tie. How's the stock market? Are ye a bull or a bear?" "Ah, cut it out, Bud!" cried the lad, writhing. "Right-o, Kid, right-o!" said M'Ginnis, loosing his hold. "You're comin' over t' O'Rourke's t'night, of course?" "Why, no, Bud I can't."
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