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Crocker," he added, with a bow to me. "Certainly, McCann," I said. For a space there was only the bumping and straining of the yacht and the swish of the water against her sides. Then the chief spoke again. "It will be saving you both trouble and inconvenience, Mr. Crocker, if you give him up, sir." What did the man mean? Why in the name of the law didn't he make a move?
Allen, my word, added to fifty dollars from my client, would probably have been sufficient. Should he be found now, no district attorney on the face of the earth could induce the chief to believe that he was any other than the real criminal; nor would any bribe be large enough to compensate McCann for the consequences of losing so important a prisoner.
I believe there is no woman, gentle or simple, who comes in contact with him, from my grandmother down to Katty McCann, the beggar-woman, who is not in love with him. His way with women is always beautiful. I have seen him carry a tramp's squalling child up a steep hill and hand it to the mother at the top with the courtesy he would show to a duchess.
Prof. Rossle, in 1905, according to McCann, presented evidence to show that the blood reaction does not in any manner indicate how closely any two animals are related; and that evidence based on resemblance of blood is not trustworthy in support of a common relationship. In many cases, transfusions of the human blood into apes have positive reactions.
There was, I remember, a tin horn lawyer up about Dodge who thought he could recover their value, as these were agency Indians and the government owed them money. But all I got for three months' wages due me was the horse I got away on." McCann had been frozen out during Roundtree's yarn, and had joined the crowd of story-tellers on the other side of the fire.
This chap had a trick of bulldozing umpires and opposing players, and he generally played what is commonly called "scrappy baseball." The other members of the team took their cues from McCann, and their aggressiveness was made apparent almost before the first ball was pitched over the plate. "Here's a mark, Bender!" cried McCann, as Mulloy stepped out with his bat. "Eat him up!"
They told him he wasn't the sleuth he thought he was, so he came back. They'll have the laugh on him now, for sure." McCann listened with admirable good-nature, gravely pulling at his cigar, and eyeing Mr. Cooke with a friendly air of admiration. "Mr. Crocker," he said, with melancholy humor, "it's leery I am with the whole shooting-match. Mr.
She sought the section near the doors, where Jim McCann worked, and sat down on one of the granite blocks perhaps the very one on which he was at work. The fancy was a pleasing one. Now and then she laid her hand caressingly on the cool stone and smiled to herself.
It was Margaret McCann, the "Freckles" of orphan asylum days, who spoke. Her utterance was thick, owing to the quantity of pins she was endeavoring to hold between tightly pressed lips. She was standing on a chair putting up muslin curtains in her new home at The Gore, or Quarry End Park, as it was now named, and Aileen had come to help her.
Stallings offered to loan him a horse out of his mount, and as the old man had no saddle, our segundo prevailed on McCann to loan his for the afternoon. I am inclined to think there was a little jealousy amongst us that afternoon, as to who was best entitled to entertain our company; and while he showed no partiality, Stallings seemed to monopolize his countryman to our disadvantage.
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