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The next day we passed Murphy's, San Jose, and Santa Clara Mission, camping some four miles beyond, where a kind of hole had been dug in the ground for water. The whole of this distance, now so beautifully improved and settled, was then scarcely occupied, except by poor ranches producing horses and cattle.
The amount of good done by Mike Murphy in steering boys into the right track can never be estimated." Prep' School boys athletically inclined followed Murphy. Many a man went to college in order to get Murphy's training. He was an athletic magnet. "The Old Mike" The town of Natick, Mass., boasts of Mike Murphy's early days. Wonderful athletic traditions centered there.
There were clearings on this ground, but they alternated with a chaparral that was almost impenetrable. There are three roads through this valley, between the two streams, which converge on Murphy's Hill. "Rosenfelt, after resting, formed his line with McCabe on the right, Papson in the center, and Critsinger on the left, leaving Stone Run between the enemy and himself.
You'd better round up the committee that's supposed to run this lodge and send them here. That young Murphy's one of them he can put you straight. Bring Pete back with you, and the new man, James." Max lingered, with a look of awe and admiration. "Are you going to stand out, Mr. Bannon?" he asked. Bannon dropped his feet to the floor, and turned toward the table. "Yes," he said.
None cared to be hospitable to correspondents at this despondent hour, and a horrible idea of starvation took possession of my mind. A mile from White Oak Swamp, some distance back of the road, lay the Engineer Brigade. They were now on the eve of breaking camp, and when I reached Colonel McCloud Murphy's, his chests were packed, and all his provisions had gone ahead.
Big Danny, with trembling hands, took the roll of bills from Beryl's purse. They were undisputable proof of her story. "Moira girl, 'tis true!" Big Danny's voice trembled. "'Tis Father Murphy's blessing," whispered Mrs. Lynch, a strange light in her eyes. "May I be worthy of it!" Then she roused and laughed, a tinkling laugh. "Ah my girl shall have her music, now! Oh, it's too wonderful."
"Madam, this is me friend, Sir James, Lord of Murphy's Alley, and " But the boy in the chair interrupted him. "Jerry, quit your nonsense!" he cried vexedly. Then to Pollyanna he turned a, glowing face. "I've seen you here lots of times before. I've watched you feed the birds and squirrels you always have such a lot for them! And I think YOU like Sir Lancelot the best, too.
It was half-past five. He had been at work since eight. And perhaps it was fancy, but there seemed to be rising into his bland Italian eye a determination to knock off and take a half holiday. We noticed that his desk was clean, as clean as General Pershing's or Major Murphy's in Paris, or President Wilson's in Washington. Then it came to us that the king's job, after all, is a desk job.
For such a temperament as Murphy's, a life like this was happiness itself. He was sociable, and loved company intensely, though preferably the company of Man. Solitude he abhorred; games were his delight; for killing things, even were it a rat from one of the thousand holes he met with when walking by the river, he never cared, and indeed appeared never quite to understand.
Beyond that point the devil only knows where he will go, for then is when his hard ridin' begins." The moment the operator mentioned that odd scar on Murphy's hand, every vestige of hesitation vanished. Beyond any possibility of doubt he was on the right scent this time. Murphy was riding north upon a mission as desperate as ever man was called upon to perform.
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