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And don't you tell him what you saw. He'd be awful put out. He don't like to be teased. Ach, my," she shook her head and smiled to Amanda, "with so many children it makes sometimes when they all get talkin' and cuttin' up or scrappin'." "But it's a lively, merry place. I always like to come here." "Do you, now? Well, I like to have you.
He arose, and lighting the little lamp, placed it upon the table. "It's a bully story," went on the boy. "Old Hughie started to read it to me an' the twins las' night, but they got to scrappin', an' I had to lambaste 'em both, an' so he didn't finish. He said mebby you would.
"Been scrappin' with Graves! What for?" "It's a personal matter," replied Ken. "Come, no monkey-biz with me," said the coach, sharply. "Out with it!" There was a moment's silence. "Mr. Arthurs, it's my fault," burst out Raymond, flushed and eager. "Ken was fighting on my account." "It wasn't anything of the kind," retorted Ken, vehemently. "Yes it was," cried Raymond, "and I'm going to tell why."
The boy stood staring miserably at the wall with eyes in which fear and hurt pride struggled for mastery. "Yer Honor!" the policeman broke in. "It's three times lately I've found him sleepin' in doorways after midnight. Him and the gang is a bad lot, yer Honor, a scrappin' an' hoppin' freights an' swipin' junk, an' one thing an' another."
The newcomer seated himself between his friends, though in so doing he crowded Nick from the door-sill to the sidewalk, and composedly helped himself to what was left of their scanty breakfast. Better than nothing he found it and answered, as he ate, Glory's repeated inquiry, "What doin'? Why, scrappin', 'course. Say, parson, you hear me?
But her babies wuz real pretty and cunning, and she wuz so weak-minded she couldn't enjoy the thought that if our male statesmen got to scrappin' with some other nation's male law-makers and made another war, of havin' her grown-up babies face the cannons. I spoze it wuz when she wuz so awful tired she felt so.
"I'm the Black Knight," said Hefty in a hoarse voice, "the Marquis de Newveal; and when it comes to scrappin' wid der perlice, I'm de best in der business." This last statement was entirely impromptu, and inspired by the presence of Policeman McCluire, who, with several others, had been detailed to keep order. McCluire took this challenge calmly, and looked down and smiled at Hefty's feet.
You're right in on de ground floor. His voice became appealing. 'Say, Sam, don't be a hawg. Let's go fifty-fifty in dis deal. My bunch and me has come a hell of a number of miles on dis proposition, and dere ain't no need for us to fall scrappin' over it. Dere's plenty for all of us. Old man Ford'll cough up enough for every one, and dere won't be any fuss.
There was a moment of serious consideration on the part of George, while Danny eyed Baldy critically, and remarked with discrimination, "Better take him; some o' these common lookin' dogs has the right stuff in 'em. If looks was everythin' I guess you an' me 'ud be scrappin' over Oolik Lomen or Margaret Winston, that new fox-hound Russ Downing just got from Kentucky.
Then without waiting for a reply he went on, "But ther', I guess it wouldn't do sendin' you. You ain't the sort to get scrappin' hoss thieves. It wants grit. It's tough work an' needs tough men. Pshaw!" Tresler's blood was up in a moment. He forgot discretion and everything else under the taunt. "I don't know that it wouldn't do, Jake," he retorted promptly.
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