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Wasn't I thankful that I had the rope and had learned to use it! But how did you boys happen to come along?" It seemed, according to Bud's story, that Belle Bates, the wife of the bandit whom Grace had wounded when he attacked the Overland Riders on the Apache Trail the summer before was the sister of Snake McGlory.
He is a typical New York saloon-keeper nothing more, and nothing less. A medium-sized man, neither fleshy nor spare; he has black hair and mustache, and a piercing black eye. He shakes hands around as if we were obedient subjects come to pay homage to a king. He evidently enjoys his notoriety. "I had a chat with an old detective, who says to me about McGlory: 'He is a Fourth-warder by birth.
The players went on with their game, placid, self-immured, matter-of-fact. "Where's Angel McGlory these days?" asked Blake, as he reached over to place a ball. "What's she been doin'?" demanded Loony, with his cue on the rail. "She 's traveling with a bank sneak named Blanchard or Binhart," explained Blake. "And I want her." Loony Ryan made his stroke.
Her first remembered appearance was on the occasion of the mock wake they got up at Geoghegan's for Police Captain Foley when he was broken. That was in the days when dive-keepers made and broke police captains, and made no secret of it. Billy McGlory did not. Ever since, Martha was on the street. In time she picked up Maggie Mooney, and they got to be chummy.
It was from a position like this that Counselor Disbecker rose within a few years to a legal standing that enabled him to get $70,000 out of Jake Sharpe for lawyer's fees. Transpositions are rapid in New York, and Billy McGlory, who was on the Island a few months ago for selling liquor without license, may be an excise commissioner himself before he dies.
It is all done in an instant, and with a bang the music stops. Several of the girls have already fallen exhausted on the floor. The lights go out in a twinkling. In the smoky cloud we have just enough daylight to grope our way out. The big policeman stands in the doorway. Billy McGlory himself is at the bar, to the left of the entrance, and we go and take a look at the man.
"Sure, it's me. And a lot of the other boys!" The two men came over to Grace's side. "Hello, kid. You're a smart one. That fellow's Snake McGlory, the hombre we boys came out to get." The fighting was over, for the members of McGlory's gang, for such they were, were captured, some of them wounded.
Allen was thought to be in the days when he was paraded as 'the wickedest man in New York, and what Harry Hill was thought to be in the days when the good old deacons from the West used to frequent his dance hall, Billy McGlory is in New York to-day. The. Allen and Harry Hill are both alive, but Billy McGlory bears off the palm of wickedness amid the wickedest of Gotham.
In the midst of an unusually fierce altercation, in which four boys contended for the same cap, Skeeter Sheeley's voice rose above the clamor. "It's our turn! Umpire says so, didn't you, Chick? Aw, you did, too! I kin understand you better 'n you kin understand yourself. 'Course it's ours. Stop shovin' me, Gussie McGlory, I'll swat yer in the jaw in a minute! Look out, Chick!
It came at last, and Nigger Martha was taken to the hospital. As Mame told it, so it was recorded on the police blotter, with the addition that she was anywhere from forty to fifty years old. That was the strange part of it. It is not often that any one lasts out a generation in the Bowery. Nigger Martha did. Her beginning was way back in the palmy days of Billy McGlory and Owney Geoghegan.
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