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Updated: June 24, 2025
It seems to me to be always tired. "The billiard-room," I said to Dick, "I see my way to easily enough. Adding another ten feet to what is now the dairy will give us twenty- eight by twenty. I am hopeful that will be sufficient even for your friend Malooney. The drawing-room is too small to be of any use. I may decide as Robina has suggested to 'throw it into the hall. But the stairs will remain.
The red, in particular, Malooney had succeeded apparently in frightening out of its wits. It is a stupid ball, generally speaking, our red its one idea to get under a cushion and watch the game. With Malooney it soon found it was safe nowhere on the table. Its only hope was pockets.
All he did that turn was to pocket the Captain's ball and leave himself under the bottom cushion, four inches from the red. The Captain said a nautical word, and gave another miss. Malooney squared up to the balls for the third time. They flew before him, panic-stricken. They banged against one another, came back and hit one another again for no reason whatever.
Malooney has no objection." "Whatever you think right, sir," said Rory Malooney. Malooney finished his break for twenty-two, leaving himself hanging over the middle pocket and the red tucked up in baulk. "Nothing plays a hundred and eight," said Dick. "When I want the score," said the Captain, "I'll ask for it." "Beg pardon, sir," said Dick. "I hate a noisy game," said the Captain.
"Don't notice merely what he does, but try and understand why he does it. Any fool after a little practice, that is can hit a ball. But why do you hit it? What happens after you've hit it? What " "Hush," said Dick. The Captain drew his cue back and gently pushed it forward. "Pretty stroke," I whispered to Malooney; "now, that's the sort "
There were times when in its terror it jumped the table and took shelter under the sofa or behind the sideboard. One began to feel sorry for the red. The Captain had scored a legitimate thirty-eight, and Malooney had given him twenty-four, when it really seemed as if the Captain's chance had come. I could have scored myself as the balls were then. "Sixty-two plays one hundred and twenty-eight.
Malooney's ball, with the table to itself, then gave a solo performance, and ended up by breaking a window. It was what the lawyers call a nice point. What was the effect upon the score? Malooney argued that, seeing he had pocketed the red before his own ball left the table, his three should be counted first, and that therefore he had won.
He carries his own chalk in his waistcoat pocket as if our chalk wasn't good enough for him and when he has finished chalking, he smooths the tip round with his finger and thumb and taps the cue against the table. "Oh! go on with the game," I want to say to him; "don't be so full of tricks." The Captain led off with a miss in baulk. Malooney gripped his cue, drew in a deep breath, and let fly.
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