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The two boys who hastened to accept this warm invitation, and enter Jack Winters' snug "den" were his most particular chums. Those who have been lucky enough to read the preceding volume of this series will of course require no introduction to Steve Mullane and Toby Hopkins.
And if we do that, fellows, it leaves only twenty more for the last day." "I reckon that silver trophy is as good as won," remarked Andy Mullane. "Barring accidents; and you never can tell when something may happen," added wise Seth. "Then I hope it will be to you, and not to me," said Eben, who was rubbing his shin at a place where he had bruised it earlier in the day.
When we were leaving Spalato, Father Mullane presented us with a Bon Voyage package which contained cigarettes, a box of milk chocolate, and a five-pound tin of gum-drops. The cigarettes we smoked, the chocolate we ate, but the gum-drops we used for tips right across the Balkans.
All the identifiable gold and other property was handed over to those who successfully established claims, and Tsing Hi, limp and dejected, passed into the custody of Tim Mullane for escort to Cooktown. Tim was rough and raw, teeming with good-nature and blessed with a brogue as thick as the soles of the massive boots made for him by his cousin Terence at misty Ballinrobe.
Hardly were the players in motion again than a single figure was seen streaking in like wildfire past the struggling mass, and heading deeper into Marshall territory as though determined that this time nothing should prevent a score. It was Mullane, the left halfback!
You needn't laugh, Steve Mullane, I tell you I saw it plainly right over yonder where that big clump of Canada thistles is growing. Course I'm not pretending to say it was a man, or yet a wolf, but it was something, and it sure did move!" Hugh was looking with more or less interest.
"Well, I don't know what Fred Badger has got over Steve Mullane, or Jack Winters, or even Joel Jackman," said another voice, rather cynically, as though the speaker did not wholly subscribe to Mollie's view that Fred stood out as a shining mark above the rest of the bunch of struggling players. Joel chuckled again.
I know all about the work," Jennie went on, "for whenever mother went away I used to look after the mail. Tim does the heavy work, lifting the pouches and packages and all that," and she indicated a red-haired and freckled lad named Timothy Mullane, a genial Irish chap, who did odd jobs around the post office, and in the settlement of Golden Crossing.
Blake with a smile at her daughter. "Hark! Is that he coming?" They both started toward the door, but, with a sigh of disappointment, Jennie said: "No, it's only Tim Mullane." The red-haired, genial Irish lad entered with a grin. "Jack not here yet?" he asked, with some surprise. "Oh, I wish you wouldn't say that!" Jennie exclaimed, and her voice was not her usual one.
As there was no coal to be had in the town, he made the doughnuts with the aid of a plumber's blowpipe. In the course of our conversation Father Mullane mentioned that he was living with the Serbian bishop at least I think he was a bishop-of Spalato. "I suppose he speaks English or French," I remarked. "He does not," was the answer. "Then you must have picked up some Serb or Italian," I hazarded.
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