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"But I had a little business wid Mag, an' I was kind of interested in whether she was entertainin' company or not see? I didn't know youse an' Mag was workin' together." "Mabbe," observed Jimmie Dale, as ungraciously as before, "mabbe dere's some more t'ings youse don't know!" "Aw, cough up de grouch!" advised the Magpie, with a hint of impatience creeping into his voice.
"There is some one on the stairs," replied the Adventurer. Rhoda Gray listened and her perplexity deepened. She could hear nothing. "Youse must have good ears!" she scoffed. "I have," returned the Adventurer coolly. "My hearing is one of the resources that I wanted to pool with the White Moll." "Well, den, mabbe it's Rough Rorke."
Larry the Bat, his left hand free again, turned his flashlight upon the detective. "Youse can put yer flippers down now. Mabbe she staked youse ter de tip dat de bonds was here, eh?" "Yes, blast you both of you!" growled Meighan. "Well, dey ain't," said Larry the Bat coolly; "but mabbe, after all, she wasn't handin' youse no steer." Meighan, savage at his own helplessness, snarled his words.
"Youse keeps yer yap closed till youse gets de cue savvy? Dat's all! If youse play fair, mabbe youse'll get a look-in on de rake-off; if youse throws me down, the first shot I fires won't miss youse. Go on now, get down behind dat chair quick!"
My journey from Burkesville to Petersburg was from eleven in the morning till eleven at night, and I sitting on my bundle all the way. The Yankee soldiers in the car were cursing me, and calling me a damn rebel, and more ugly talk. I said, 'Mabbe some of you has got a mother or wife; if so, you'll show some respect for me. Then they were quiet.
Well, when I'm ridin' in me private buzz wagon, Wowzer, youse stick around an' mabbe I'll tell youse an' mabbe I won't!" "By God" the Wowzer's voice rose in a scream "youse hand over dat letter!" "Youse go to " Red, lurid red, a stream of flame seemed to cut across Jimmie Dale's line of vision, came the roar of a revolver shot and like a madman Jimmie Dale flung his body at the door.
I knaw I'm na scholar, an' mabbe ye think I'm rough-mannered. I knaw I've spoken sharply to ye once or twice lately. But it's jest because I'm that mad wi' love for ye: I jest canna help myself soomtimes He waited, peering into her face.
"All right," agreed the Magpie, after a moment's reflection. "Youse ought to know. Make it three o'clock." He pulled a cigar from his pocket, lighted it, and, leaning back in his chair, stuck his feet up on the table. "If youse don't mind, Mag, I'll stick around a while," he decided calmly. "Mabbe de less I'm seen to-night de better an' I guess dere won't be nobody lookin' fer me here."
Aw, say, dere's nothin' to it, I can open dat old tin box wid a toothpick!" "Mabbe youse can, but mabbe de stuff ain't dere now mabbe it's in de bank," demurred the second voice. "Don't youse worry! It's dere! Where else would it be! Ain't I told youse it was near five o'clock when I went dere an' dat's after de banks are closed, ain't it? Well, wot d'youse say?"
Madison stared after her in a sort of helpless state of chagrin. "Mabbe," said the Flopper, "mabbe she's lonely." Helena sat in the Patriarch's room, and her piquant little face was pursed up into a scowl so daintily grim as to be almost ludicrous. The Patriarch, in his armchair, had been scrawling words upon the slate all evening and she had been wiping them off!
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