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"Have I rung th' bell?" he demanded. "Bull's-eye," said Wade. "Own up to it, you two. It's obvious." "Oh, is it?" said Clyde. "Well, if we're half as bad as you and Kitty were " "Don't mind him; he was in love with me once," said Kitty. "He is yet," said Clyde. "Faix, I don't wonder at ut," said Mr. Quilty gallantly. "Very skilful shift of topic," said Wade. "I admit everything.
"Well, what is it?" asked Farwell. "It's this," said Quilty. "The men hereabouts the ranchers is sore. Don't make them sorer. Duty is duty, and must be done, iv coorse. But do ut as aisy as ye can." He broke off, eying two riders who were approaching the station. "Who are those people?" asked Farwell.
I've got to have them right away; work's at a standstill. Those cursed fatheads in the freight department don't know enough to shovel ballast. Get after them with a sharp stick." "I'll do me best for ye," Quilty promised; "but freight on this line comes whin ut comes." "It will come when I want it, or somebody will lose a job," said Farwell.
"Me own name is C. P. Quilty," said he, "the initials indicatin' Cornelius Patrick, and I'm glad to know ye. There's mighty few drummers stops off here now, but trade's bound to pick up, wid the land boom an' all." A sidelong glance at the perfecto clenched between Farwell's teeth. "W'u'd seegyars be yer line, now?
"The man is Misther Casey Dunne, and the young leddy is Miss Sheila McCrae," Quilty informed him. "I've heard of Dunne," said Farwell, who had done so from York. "Who's the McCrae girl? Is she one of the same bunch?" "Miss McCrae is a leddy," said Quilty, with quiet dignity. "And Casey Dunne is is a dom good friend of mine." The riders drew up at the platform, and Casey Dunne hailed the agent.
Quilty, thank you," said Sheila. She swung down from Beaver Boy, letting the lines trail, and Dunne dropped off Shiner. Quilty introduced the engineer punctiliously. Farwell raised his hat, and bowed to the girl, but did not offer his hand to Casey Dunne. "I've heard of you from York," he said meaningly. "I've heard that Mr. York has a wonderful memory for faces and names," said Casey.
That hangin' business seems to point to us bein' Irish. Did you ever notice how many Irishmen is hanged? Of course, there's lots ain't that ought to be, but the general average is sure high." "I hope to glory ye boost it wan higher yerself," Quilty retorted. "Small loss 'tw'u'd be to anny wan. A divil iv a desp'rado yez are, wid yer gun an' all!
"I'm not the ordinary consignee, and you can tell them that, too." "I'll do that same," said Quilty; "but I misdoubt if a cyar wheel turns the faster for ut.
"Be ashamed, bawlin' out me employers in me prisince," said Mr. Quilty. "G'wan out o' here, before I take a shotgun to yez." "Come up and have a drink," McHale invited. "Agin' the rules whin on duty," Quilty refused. "An' I do be on duty whiniver I'm awake. 'Tis prohibition the comp'ny has on me, no less." McHale rode up the straggling street to Shiller's hotel, and dismounted.
Them plays is plumb safe." "They's no safe play wid a gun," Mr. Quilty declared oracularly. "I'm an owlder man nor ye, an' I worked me way West wid railway construction. I knowed th' owld-time gunmen the wans they tell stories of. Where are they now? Dead, ivery mother's son iv thim, an' most iv thim got it from a gun.
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