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Updated: June 16, 2025
So I goes on, "McCabe's my name; but among friends I'm gen'rally known as Shorty." "The best of credentials!" says he. "Then hail, Shorty, and welcome to the Free Brotherhood of Ego Tamers!" I shakes my head puzzled. "Now I've lost you," says I. "If it's a comedy line, shoot it." "Ah, but it's only tragedy," says Alvin, "the original tragedy of man. See how its blight rests on these around us!
They had not gone more than two miles when a remark of McCabe's on mining claims gave Buck his cue. "A fellow who goes into that game with a bunch takes a lot of chances," he commented. "I knew a chap once who came mighty near being croaked, to say nothing of losing a valuable claim, by being too confiding with a gang he thought could be trusted."
McCabe's square, hairy-backed hands fumbled with the stethoscope as he pushed it into his breast pocket, and, in replying, his advertised cheerfulness rang somewhat false. "Not so fast, Sir Charles in the good Lord's name, not so fast. While there's life there's hope, it's me settled opinion.
'Well, nothing about the competitors being unmarried men occurs in the clause of McCabe's last will and testament. He took it for granted, the prize being what it is, that only bachelors were eligible. But he forgot to say so, in so many words, and the trustees did not go beyond the deed.
They learned, too, that he had hired Rs. 3,000 worth of trinkets for one night from a goldsmith, who never let them out of his possession. From a wealthy neighbour he had borrowed a McCabe's watch and chain, also for one night only. His arrangements made with a gang of city roughs, in order to prevent the marriage being broken off, also came to light.
This is the magnificent type of character produced by our British system of athletic sports, though it is not to be doubted that the spirit of Science, in the American gentlemen, would have been equally productive of the sense of fair play. A year, by the terms of McCabe's will, was allotted to the quest. Candidates were to keep the trustees informed as to their whereabouts.
Standing just behind him, Bud Jessup had sized up the situation a fraction of a second before Tex, and like a flash he bent forward and snatched the foreman's weapon from its holster. "Cut that out, Slim!" he shrilled, forestalling a sudden downward jerk of McCabe's right hand. "No horning in, now. Give it here."
He had gone to a solicitor's office to sign an agreement for one of Father McCabe's altars, and as he came in he saw a girl rise from her typewriting machine. There was a strange idle rhythm in her walk as she crossed the office, and Rodney, as he stood watching her, divined long tapering legs and a sinuous back. He did not know what her face was like. Before she had time to turn round, Mr.
'Fire away, said Bude, pouring a bottle of Apollinaris water into a long tumbler, and drinking deep. Merton told the tale of Miss McCabe's extraordinary involvement, and of the wild conditions on which her hand was to be won. 'And as to her heart, I think, he added, 'if you pull off the prize If my heart by signs can tell, Lordling, I have marked her daily, And I think she loves thee well.
Later, Mary bringing more favourable news of Sir Charles pain and suffocation having yielded for the time being to McCabe's treatment Carteret persuaded her to go upstairs and let the said Mary put her to bed. Once there she slept the sleep of exhaustion, fatigue and sorrow mercifully acting as a soporific, her capacity for further thought or feeling literally worn out.
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