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Dimple proved to be quite justified in his statement, so far as the effect on the audience was concerned; for, as Nickey entered the ring, after one moment of breathless astonishment, the entire crowd arose as one man and cheered itself hoarse, in a frenzy of frantic delight.
Their consultation was interrupted by the arrival of Nickey, armed with a Boy Scouts' "Manual." "Gee! Mr. Maxwell: Uncle Jonathan Jackson's all right; I'll never do another thing to guy him. He's loaned us his tent for our Boy Scouts' corpse, and I've been studyin' out how to pitch it proper, so I can show the kids the ropes; but " "Donald!" cried Betty.
You see, every time when Tooley got loose, the kids all leant forward and yelled like mad; but I just kept my mouth shut, and leaned way back out of the way so that Tooley'd run out through my quarter. So I won most all the time." There was a pause, while Nickey looked a bit apprehensively at his audience. But he went on gamely to the end of the chapter.
At the same time, we cannot help being in sympathy with the words of Burns; they certainly touch a chord in all our hearts: "Then fare ye weel, auld nickey Ben; O wad ye tak' a thought and men' Ye aiblins micht I dinna ken Hae still a stake." As I have said, there are those who teach that Satan will be ultimately extinguished. And they lay down that theory with great positiveness.
He just sat and roared as if he'd split his sides. I guess I 'aint goin' to be put out of the church just yet, anyway." Mrs. Burke looked a bit annoyed. "Never mind about Mr. Maxwell. You won't laugh if anything like this occurs again, I can tell you," she replied. "Now, ma," soothed Nickey, "don't you worry about it occurrin' again. You don't suppose I did it on purpose, do you? Gosh no!
And off they hurried, like three children bent on a new game. It was soon arranged, and Hepsey rose to the occasion with her usual vim. To her and Nickey the transportation of the tent was consigned, while Maxwell went off to purchase the necessary boarding for a floor, and Mrs. Betty returned to the rectory to pack up their belongings.
There was another silent pause presently broken by Nickey. "I guess I hadn't thought about it, just that way. I guess I'll give the kids their money back," he volunteered despondently "only I'll have to make it up, some way, in the treasury." He felt in his pockets, and jingled the coins. Another pause with only the ticking of his mother's knitting needles to relieve the oppressive silence.
And my last fifty cents had been blown in for corned beef and French mustard, and the reward was only ten dollars anyway. I shot a glance forward to Nickey. He had the anchor up-and-down and was straining at it. "Break her out," I whispered to him, and turned and shouted back to the constable.
It was by no means an easy feat to retain his seat on Charley's back; it would have been still more difficult to dismount, at his steed's brisk pace; and Nickey was most painfully conscious of his attire, as Charley turned up the road which led straight to the village.
Time was heavy on my hands. I sat on the dock and talked it over with Nickey the Greek, another idle oyster pirate. "Let's go," said I, and Nickey was willing. He was "broke." I possessed fifty cents and a small skiff. The former I invested and loaded into the latter in the form of crackers, canned corned beef, and a ten-cent bottle of French mustard.
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