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"She'll steam as much as wud do for a peanut wagon, av ye give her time." Before the morning was gone the little boiler began to thump and churn and threaten. McGinnis ran the belt on to the stamp shaft. He went up and connected the crusher and shovelled a few barrows of ore into the hopper. Not long afterwards there was a dull and creaking rumble.
"Meself, Frank O'Connell!" "You! Is it the truth ye're tellin' me?" "May I nivver spake another wurrd if I'm not." O'Connell took the little man's hand and shook it until the doctor screamed out to him to let it go. "What are ye doin' at all crushin' the feelin' out of me? Sure that's no way to show yer appreciation," and McGinnis held the crushed hand to the side of his face in pain.
Merritt immediately commenced a full report to Washington on the case, and McGinnis and Ben were glad to lie down. At supper Wilbur took occasion to congratulate McGinnis on the result of the encounter. The Irishman nodded. "He's a better man than me," he admitted readily, "and that uppercut was the only thing I had left. But 'tis a darlin' of a punch, is that same, when ye get it in right.
Bring her up English? when the one regret o' me life is I never knew enough Gaelic to tache her the language so that we'd be free of the English speech anyway. Bring her up English! I never heard the like o' that in me life." "Then what is she doin' there at all?" "Now listen, McGinnis, and listen well an' then we'll never ask such a question again.
Last year these factories were busy in the makin' o' munitions. Mr. McGinnis 'ere was makin' shells. Mayor, what profit Mr. McGinnis made out of these shells." Mr. McGinnis sprang to his feet, "I want to tell you," he said in a voice choking with rage, "that it is none of your high-explosive business." "'E says as it is none o' my business," cried Brother Simmons, joyously taking Mr. McGinnis on.
Down in the McGinnis yard everything wore an unusually peaceful aspect. Only one McGinnis was in sight Tony, aged eight, who was perched up on the edge of the well box, swinging his legs and singing at the top of his melodious Irish voice. All at once, just as we were looking at him, Tony went over backward and apparently tumbled head foremost down his father's well.
You can see what there is, and if you want seeds of any kind, let me know. And there's nothing to prevent you shooting rabbits, though they're not much good this time of year." "I'll get along all right, Mr. Merritt," said Wilbur confidently. "I'll ride over on Sunday and see you anyway," added the Supervisor as he strode through the doorway, meeting McGinnis, who was waiting for him outside.
Whatever annoyance he might have felt over this was lost in his amusement when he reached the theater in finding Biff Bates upon the stage waiting for him; and Biff, while waiting, was quite excusably whiling the time away with the adorable Miss McGinnis. "You see, Young Fitz lives here," Biff brazenly explained, "and I run up to see him about that exhibition night I'm going to have at the gym.
Grant Maitland was heartily disgusted with the course of events and more especially with the humiliating and disgraceful manner in which the negotiations had been conducted. "You were quite right, Jack," he said to his son the morning after which the strike had been declared. "That man McGinnis is quite impossible." "It really made little difference, Dad.
Everybody in Mariposa remembers how Neil Pepperleigh smashed in the face of Peter McGinnis, the Liberal organizer, at the big election you recall it when the old Macdonald Government went out. Judge Pepperleigh had to try him for it the next morning his own son. They say there never was such a scene even in the Mariposa court.
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