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Updated: May 12, 2025
"Boss, do you want to know who it was I seen come over old man McBride's shed? Do you want to know why Andy and Marsh are so set agin my goin' home to my old woman? Why they give me money? It's a pity I ain't a smarter man! I'd own 'em, both body and soul!" "Man, you are mad!" cried the judge.
I was able to tell North that I knew McBride could let him have the money in spite of the fact that it was a holiday and the banks were closed." "How did you happen to know that, Langham?" asked Moxlow. "Earlier in the day one of my clients had placed in McBride's hand a much larger sum of money than North expected to receive from him." "You told North that?" asked Moxlow eagerly. "I did.
"I guess they do; I ain't afraid about that. Colonel Harbison's too much of a gentleman to claim any credit that ain't his; he'd be the first one to own up that he don't deserve no credit." "What took you into McBride's store? You hadn't no errand there." Mrs. Shrimplin was a careful and acquisitive wife. "I allow I made an errand there," said Mr. Shrimplin bridling.
"White's coal house is right acrost the alley from old McBride's shed. You can go look, boss, if you don't believe me, and there's a small door opening out on to the alley, where the coal is put in." "All the same you should keep out of people's coal houses, or one of these days you'll bring off more than you bargained for; say a load of shot."
Shrimplin was shrewdly aware that it was one of McBride's small economies not to light the lamps by that door so long as he could see to read the figures on the scales without their artificial aid. And then Mr. Shrimplin saw a thing that sent the blood leaping from his heart, while an icy hand seemed to hold him where he stood. On the floor at his very feet was a strange huddled shape.
The wind was blowing a gale all through the first half and as Yale had the wind at their backs we were forced to play a rushing game, but shortly after the second half began the wind died down considerably so that McBride's long, low kicks were not effective to any great extent.
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