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The junction was a bustling little town, and there was a great deal going on in the vicinity of the station. Mulloy and Gallup lighted cigars and promenaded the platform. At the far end they observed a group of men and boys surrounding a person who stood on a small square box, making a speech. This person was bareheaded, and his hair was unusually long and disheveled.
If your team of Rovers will come here and meet us on my field, we'll give you a game to-morrow, I think. What do you say, boys?" "You pet my life ve vill!" shouted Dunnerwurst. "By gum, that'll suit me!" came from Gallup. "I'm with you, Merry!" said Carson. "You know you can depend on me!" rumbled Browning. "Begorra, it will suit me clane down to the ground!" came from Mulloy.
"And you don't want to overlook Professor Gregory Carker, whose earthquake predictions must have been unheeded by the people of Frisco. Here he is, Winnie." "Greg Carker!" burst from Winnie, as she shook hands with the young socialist. "Why, Greg, you're as handsome as a poet! You remind me of pictures of Lord Byron." "Begobs, Ephie," whispered Mulloy, "we'll have to hold him and cut his hair!
"Oh, your mind is too narrow to grasp all the phases of this great question," asserted the young socialist, with a sweep of his hand. "I wish you'd prove to me that young men still have a chance to rise in these days. Show me an example." "Me bhoy, ye moight take a look at Barney Mulloy," suggested the smiling Irishman. "It's something loike tin thousand clane dollars he's made in th' last year.
Hooroo!" shouted Barney Mulloy, releasing Carker. "Is it a schrap thot do be on our hands, Oi dunno? Begorra, it's so long since Oi've been consarned in a real fight that me blood tingles with pleasure at the thought av it." By this time Carker recognized the sun-tanned young man who had interrupted his speech.
They reached for Mulloy and Gallup with savage hands or sought to smite the two young men with clenched fists. "Great hemlock!" exclaimed Ephraim, as he thrust aside the outstretched hands or warded off blows. "What in thutteration's the matter with this bunch of lunatics!" "Down with them down with the aristocrats!" snarled the angry crowd. "Whoop!
"As Spokeshire observations, 'Show me der man who haf not music into his soul alretty, und I vill show you a son uf a gun dot vos fit for blotting assinations, general defiltry und all padness. Dot vos you, Parney Mulloy." The idea of playing a practice game with Merry's team delighted the Farnham Hall lads, and arrangements were quickly made. "I presume you'll give us a show, Mr.
Skip!" Both made haste to get into their rooms, and, as Sammy roomed with Ned Gray, he found Barney Mulloy and Hans Dunnerwust being entertained there. Ned was telling them stories, and pretending to be greatly absorbed in their society. As Sammy slipped in, with the inevitable grin on his face, although he was doing his best to suppress it, Ned looked up and asked: "How's the weather outside?"
Nevertheless, such women are not ladies." "Begobs, ye make me tired!" cried Mulloy. "What you nade, Greg, is a dhoctor to look afther your liver." "Mebbe the best doctor," grinned Gallup, "would be a girl he'd fall in love with and who'd fall in love with him. I guess she could cure him.
They were Ephraim Gallup; his wife, Teresa; Barney Mulloy, and a charming and vivacious Spanish girl, Juanita Garcia, Teresa's bosom friend. The men were old friends of Frank Merriwell. All wore sensible traveling suits, and, in spite of the long journey, they appeared to be little fatigued.
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