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Updated: May 17, 2025
"Many a time, Jack, many a time when the paper 'ud be full of yo' holdin' up a train or shootin' a shar'ff, or robbin' or killin', I'd tell 'em what a good boy you had been, brave an' game but revengeful when aroused.
"If he does come back, you'll tell me, won't you, ma'am? An' then there'll never be an Alva Dale to bother you again or to go around robbin' honest men, an' tryin' to get them mixed up with the law." And now he turned from the girl and spoke to Dale: "You go right back to Okar an' tell Maison an' Silverthorn what has happened here tonight.
Then the woman very opportunely found another five-cent piece stored away in the corner of her pocket. "It's robbin' me, ye are," said she as she paid it over. "Oh, no, ma'am, you are getting a great bargain," answered the clerk. Joe had witnessed the bargaining with a good deal of quiet amusement. As soon as the Irish couple had gone the clerk came toward the boy.
This same girl hung around the cliff till she found a secret place where two people put their letters. She comes in here and tells me I've no business taggin' her. What business had she robbin' folks of letters, stealin' 'em out, and givin' 'em into wicked hands? Lettie, you know whose letter you took when you could reach far enough to git it out, and you know where you put it.
"God knows, Fardorougha, you might let that pass considher that you've been hard enough upon us." "God knows I say the same," observed Honora. "Is it the last drop o' the heart's blood you want to squeeze out, Fardorougha?" "The last drop! What is it but my right? Am I robbin' him? Isn't it due? Will he, or can he deny that? An' if it's due isn't it but honest in him to pay it?
"But," urged Swankie, "he's a smuggler, and a cross-grained hound besides. It's no' like robbin' an honest man." "An' what are we but smugglers'!" retorted Spink; "an' as to bein' cross-grained, you've naethin' to boast o' in that way. Na, na, Swankie, ye may do't yersel, I'll hae nae hand in't. "Ay, man, but ye've turned awfu' honest all of a suddent," said the other with a sneer.
Dey was a little sickly nigger wench 'bout ten year ole dat 'uz good to me, en hadn't no mammy, po' thing, en I loved her en she loved me; en she come out whah I 'uz workin' en she had a roasted tater, en tried to slip it to me robbin' herself, you see, 'ca'se she knowed de overseer didn't give me enough to eat en he ketched her at it, en giver her a lick acrost de back wid his stick, which 'uz as thick as a broom handle, en she drop' screamin' on de groun', en squirmin' en wallerin' aroun' in de dust like a spider dat's got crippled.
"Come to think, now, the maid told me the other day that you'd been speakin' to her, sayin' that minchin' from school was robbin' the public, an' she'd do honester to be stealin' it from you than pickin' it up along the foreshore durin' school-hours. You may depend that's what put it into her head. She's a very well-meanin' child." The Elder shook like a ship in stays.
He drew from his portemonnaie a five-dollar greenback, as he spoke, and offered it to Mrs. Payson. "Are you in airnest?" inquired the old lady dubiously. "Quite so." "You ain't robbin' yourself, be you?" asked Mrs. Payson, with a look of subdued eagerness lighting up her wrinkled face. "Oh, no; I can spare it perfectly well."
Ain't John Walton my neighbor? and a good neighbor, too? D'ye suppose a well-meanin' man like myself would stand by and see a neighbor robbed? and of all others, John Walton? Don't you know that robbin' a good man brings bad luck, you thunderin' fool?" "But I've always had bad luck, so I needn't stop on that account," retorted Gregory, from the fence.
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