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I could never talk to him as I do to the boys. If he thinks it his duty to marry me, I don't know if I can help myself. Poor Uncle George! I've always called him 'uncle' like his own nieces, who are all my friends. I never thought that I should be 'poor-ing' Uncle George! But he can't have heard yet of Micky's marriage. Fancy his going down to the ranch to stay with Micky and that woman!
"'Shoot is the word, says Micky. "Hamilton romps the three furlongs in nothin' flat I'm tickled sick. "'He's a bear! I says to Micky at the stalls. ''N' as fur you you're on the pay-roll. "'Why, you're a live one, ain't you? says Micky. 'Wait till I go chase the Smoke! The next thing I see is Snowball goin' down the line like a quarter hoss, 'n' Micky's proddin' at him with a pitchfork.
"Peewee's got the correct hunch the first time Snowball takes him out Hamilton runs off 'n' the boy don't get him stopped till he romps five miles. "'Can't you stop him sooner'n that? I says to Snowball when he's back. "Micky's at the stalls that mawnin', 'n' he butts in, as usual. "'Stop him! he says. 'That black boob couldn't stop a hoss in a box stall. Lemme me have him next work-out!
That was his exact pronunciation, delivered ore rotundissimo, to do full justice to so large an amount. Micky's reply was: "Ketch me at it! I don't put no faith in any of these here Banks, like you see at street corners. The Bank, where you go on the green bus, is another pair o' stockin's.... No I ain't going to put it on a 'orse. You carn't never say they ain't doctored."
"That I could not say, ma'am," said Mrs. Ragstroar, in answer to an inquiry about the object of Micky's visit. "Not if you was to offer five pounds. That boy is Secrecy Itself! What he do know, and what he do not know, is 'id in his 'art; and what is more, he don't commoonicate it to neither me nor his father. Only his great-aunt! But I can send him round, as easy as not."
Limpy Jim, who had a respect for Micky's prowess, incontinently fled, surveying Micky from a safe distance, with a look in which surprise seemed to mingle with incredulity.
To him, then, lad," is what O'Malley vowed the sergeant said. Be that as it may, Sourdough did wheel aside, as his way was, and administer a savage slash of his fangs upon poor little Micky's neck.
I am sorry to bore you with family affairs; but it's rather rum the way Micky's fate has caught up with him, through his one weakness of laziness, and perhaps lying a little, when he was obliged to. How this affair came about so suddenly I can't say. Didn't like to ask her too many questions; and Micky, poor devil, faded from view directly he saw us coming.
By such remarks as these Dick was encouraged, and he felt that Mr. Murdock was a true friend to him. Meanwhile a way was opening for his advancement. One day Micky Maguire appeared in his old haunts. The second day he met Gilbert in the street; but the book-keeper took not the slightest notice of him. That touched Micky's pride, and confirmed him in his resolution. He decided to make known to Mr.
Micky laid down his box, and commenced operations. "How long have you been a boot-black?" asked Gilbert. "Five years goin' on six," said Micky. "Can you earn much?" "No," said Micky. "Business aint very good now." "You manage to dress well," said Gilbert, with an amused look at Micky's habiliments.
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