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The copp might get hold of you." "Was it a good cigar, Micky?" "Wasn't it, just! I wish I'd got another. Stand treat, Teddy." "I would if I had the stamps. I'm savin' up my money to go to the Old Bowery to-night."
But Micky was no coward, and stood his ground; all the more firmly that he fully grasped the man's precarious position, in the very house where he had been once before captured. He answered resolutely: "I could snitch upon you this minute, master, if I was to choose. But you aren't no concern of mine, further than I've got a message for you."
Well, we was up aloft shortening sail on a rough day, and Micky missed the stirrup just as the ship give a regular pitch. `I'm off, Tommy, he shouts, and down he went head fust on to the yard below, and then Snoots off on to one of the stays, and from there on to the deck, where every one thought he was killed.
I learns that 'cause the old lady sends a truant officer out to the track after him one day, 'n' the cop puts me wise after Micky has clumb through a stall window, 'n' give him the slip. "'Why, you big truck hoss, says Micky to the bull as he skidoos through the window, 'you couldn't catch a cold at the north pole in yer dirty undershirt!
"He worze the same Man as when you and me and Micky, only not Dolly, see him come along down the Court Sunday morning. Munce ago!" This was emphatic, to express the date's remoteness. "He wanted for to be told about old Widow Darrable who lived down this Court, and Micky he said no such name, nor yet anywhere's about this neighbourhood, he said. And the Man he said Micky was a young liar.
Micky would never have described his great-aunt as a female party. She was, though worthy, neuter beyond a doubt. Aunt M'riar accepted Miss Hawkins, without further analysis. "She don't know me, anyways," said she. "Nor yet your Hyde Park man, as far as I see. How come he to know my name? Didn't he never tell you?" She was incredulous about that message.
Rapidly calculating that he would not notice the substitution, Micky, after lighting the "stub," handed it to the young man, retaining the good cigar himself, and placing it straightway in his mouth. This trick would probably have passed off undetected, if it had not been observed by some of Micky's fellow-professionals.
Rockwell, smiling, "that means that he wears good clothes, and keeps his face and hands clean." "He wasn't nothin' but a boot-black," said Micky, in an injured tone. "What are you?" "I'm a boot-black too; but I don't put on airs." "Do you mean to be a boot-black all your life?" "I dunna," said Micky; "there aint anything else to do."
At the sound of her voice Micky barked more loudly than ever, a joyous, welcoming bark. Having been much petted by Agony, Micky had grown very fond of her, and seeing her walk off into the woods today, he had followed after her, and now gave loud voice to his satisfaction at finding her. "Micky! Go away!" commanded Agony a second time, throwing a lump of dirt at him.
A change of tone, from savage anger to sullen intent, conveyed the strength of a controlled resolve, that might mean more than threat. At whatever cost, Aunt M'riar could not but shield Micky. It was in her service that he had provoked this man's wrath. She wavered a little, closed the door, and slipped the chain-hook up to its limit. Even then she hesitated to withdraw it from its socket.
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