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Updated: June 28, 2025
As Barbara Harding chanced to look in his direction he also chanced to turn his eyes toward the wheelhouse. It was the mucker. The girl was surprised that he, the greatest coward of them all, should be showing no signs of cowardice now probably he was paralyzed with fright.
Bridge was more her kind anyway. He was a college guy. Billy was only a mucker. "Bridge got away all right," he said. "And say, he didn't have nothin' to do with pullin' off that safe crackin'. I done it myself. He didn't know I was in town an' I didn't know he was there. He's the squarest guy in the world, Bridge is.
"Don, you're no match for your opponent, at least not in your present temper. Don't try to carry this any further." "Do you think I'm going to let this young mucker make a fool of me?" demanded the Melville youth, huskily. "I've just got to settle with him." "Yes, yes, Don; stop this. It's unseemly," insisted his father, red-faced through his humiliation. "Come on!" Mr.
"One o' us is pretty sure to get hurted," explained the mucker in defense of his plan, "an, if it's a croak it's a lot better dat it be me than youse, fer the girl wouldn't be crazy about bein' lef' alone wid me she ain't got no use fer the likes o' me. Now youse are her kin, an' so youse stay here w'ere yeh can help her after I git her out I don't want nothing to do wid her anyhow.
I tell you, there are only two classes: the governing and the governed. That has always been true. It always will be. Let the Socialists rave. It has never got them anywhere. I know. I come from the mucker class myself. I know what they stand for. Boost them, and they'll turn on you. If there's anything in any of them, he'll pull himself up by his own bootstraps."
"Rather uncomfortable, I imagine," commented Theriere; "but not particularly painful or dangerous and now to business!" "I'm goin' to make a break fer dat winder," announced the mucker, "and youse squat here in de tall grass wid yer gat an' pick off any fresh guys dat get gay in back here.
Byrne, she is the best girl that you or I ever saw we're not fit to breathe the same air that she breathes. Now you can see why I should like to go first." "I t'ought youse was soft on her," replied the mucker, "an' dat's de reason w'y youse otter not go first; but wot's de use o' chewin', les flip a coin to see w'ich goes an w'ich stays got one?"
It made her scalp creep deliciously. She was rather tempted to goad him on to action. It would have a movie thrill. But the look faded from Jim's eye and the blaze of wrath dulled to a gray contempt. She was afraid that he might call her what she had once overheard Pet Bettany call her "A common little mucker." That sort of contempt seared like a splash of vitriol.
She saw that the mucker was trying to get past the Jap's guard and get his hands upon him, but it was evident that the man was too crafty and skilled a fighter to permit of that. There could be but one outcome to that duel unless Byrne had assistance, and that mighty quickly. The girl grasped the short sword that she constantly wore now, and rushed into the river.
"Here they come now, we can see them from here in a moment," and she dragged the mucker down behind a bush. In silence the two watched the approaching party. "They're the Chinks," announced Byrne, who insisted on using this word to describe the proud and haughty samurai. "Yes, and there are two white men with them," whispered Barbara Harding, a note of suppressed excitement in her voice.
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