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Bain and O'Reilly with compliments at our expense, etc. "I would now suggest that, if you are willing, we give Mr. Daily a temperate article on the rise and progress of telegraphs, asserting claims for yourself, and, as I must father the article, give the Vails and New Jersey all the 'sodder' they are entitled to, and a little more, if you can spare it.
"Why, I should think it would be some time tonight," answered Schmidt. "I'll look and make sure." "Find out his home address," added Winckel. "Telegraph it to us and one of us will hurry up and find out if his mother really expects him. How about your part, O'Reilly?" "I'll see to it," answered the Irishman. "That is finished now.
Judson and his adventurous countryman did not see O'Reilly that night, nor, in fact, did any one. But the next morning he appeared before General Gomez. He was haggard, sick, listless. The old Porto-Rican had heard from Lopez in the mean time; he was sympathetic. "I am sorry you came all the way to hear such bad news," he said. "War is a sad, hopeless business."
Stooping, Johnnie seized him about the knees and lifted him. There was the briefest pause; then feeling a pinch upon his shoulder, O'Reilly lowered his burden noiselessly, and the two men left the room. When they were safely out in the street Branch rubbed his head and complained: "Bullets, you're strong! You nearly broke a rafter with my head. But I guess I got 'em out of sight." "Yes.
Ain't he a beauty jist wid his long pigtail hangin' down his back like a monkey's tail?" "Where did you find him?" "He was huntin' for gold, the haythen, jist for all the world as if he was as white as you or I." Mr. Patrick O'Reilly appeared to hold the opinion that gold-hunting should be confined to the Caucasian race.
If Roger had come back; if, after all, he had only pretended to go for the pearl-stringer! She dared not guess what he would think at finding O'Reilly with her in his house. Too well she remembered the day of their one quarrel, when he had brought up this man's name in connection with Clo's, when he had accused her of crying it out in her sleep. "Mr.
Alvarado nodded and smiled. "Good! What would this world be without sentiment? It loves a lover. I like your spirit and I hope soon to have the pleasure of again seeing you and meeting your wife." O'Reilly flushed and stammered, whereupon the good Cuban patted him on the shoulder. "Come and see me when you get back, and bring me news of Tomas. Now, adios, compadre." "Adios, senor!
Craig straightened in his seat; but not as before in attitude supercilious. "What the deuce do you mean, O'Reilly? You keep suggesting things, but that is all. Talk plain if you know anything." "I don't know anything," impassively; "unless it is that I wouldn't be in your shoes if I got a dollar for every cent you've made out of this cursed business." Bit by bit Craig's face whitened.
There are women and children yonder " But Jacket's sensibilities were calloused, it seemed. "Of what use would your few pesetas be among so many?" he inquired. "God has willed this, and He knows what He is doing. Besides, your 'pretty one' is probably as hungry as are these people. No doubt we shall find that she, too, is starving." O'Reilly slowly withdrew his hand from his pocket. "Yes!
In spite of himself O'Reilly grinned; then making use of that incoherent derangement of syllables upon the use of which every American boy prides himself, he directed Branch's attention to the tiles of the roof overhead. The reporter's wits were sharp; his eyes brightened; he nodded his instant understanding.
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