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"Never a `thank you' for gittin' half killed in place of his kid." Perault walked up to Shock, and offering his hand, said in a voice husky and broken, "Dat's two for you dis even' me an' dat leele feller. For me I can't spik my heart," smiting himself on the breast, "but my heart dat's your own now, by gar!" He wrung Shock's hand in both of his and turned quickly away.
I am very glad to see you," and he gripped Shock's hand with a downward pull that almost threw him off his balance. "I wish to assure you," said the Superintendent, when the greetings were over, "I wish to assure you," and his voice took its deepest tone, "of my sincere sympathy with you in your great loss. It was my privilege to be present at your mother's funeral, and to say a few words.
Gradually it grows more evident that McGill is heavier in the scrimmage, but this advantage is offset by the remarkable boring quality of the 'Varsity captain, who, upon the break up of a scrimmage, generally succeeds in making a few feet, frequently over Shock's huge body.
"But if there was good money in it for you," continued Shock, "you would send him along, eh?" "Say, stranger," cried Bill indignantly, "what do you think I am?" "Well," said Shock, "there's a lot of men sliding down fast about here, you say. What are you doing about it?" Shock's voice was quiet, solemn, almost stern. "I say," said Bill, "you'd best put up your horse and feed.
Yet the grey, lustrous eyes never wavered, but, unshrinking, answered the old lady's searching look. At that revealing wave of colour Shock's mother made as if to push the girl away from her, but, with a quick change of mood, she took her in her arms instead. "Ay, poor lassie, you too! Yes, yes, you may stay with me now."
"Quite right," agreed Batley, walking up and casting a swift and searching glance at Gladwyne. "But you can't let him lie on the wet grass!" Millicent expostulated. "I'm afraid we must; it's safest," said Batley. "The shock's not so much to be dreaded with a man of his kind."
The Macnamara's baby with the club-foot, Scrub Kettle's girl with the spinal trouble; Lawrence Delamere, the handsome young English lad up in "The Pass," whose leg, injured in a mine accident, never would heal till the doctor had scraped the bone these and many others owed their soundness to Shock's prospecting powers and to the doctor's skill.
Doors and chair backs were so damp and steamy then that I used to be glad to go out and see Shock, whom I often used to find right away in the little shed indulging in a bit of cookery of his own. If Shock's hands had been clean I could often have joined him in his feasts, but I never could fancy turnips boiled in a dirty old sauce-pan, nor tender bits of cabbage stump.
"I am afraid," he said, in a shamed and hesitating manner, "that I was not the right man for the place. I think I rather failed at the Fort." "I saw Macfarren," continued the Superintendent, ignoring Shock's remark. "He tried to explain, but seemed to find it difficult."
As I ran round to the third stall I was just in time to see Shock's legs disappearing, as he climbed up the perpendicular ladder against the wall, and shot through the trap-door into the hay-loft. "You shall beg my pardon before I go," I said between my teeth, as I looked up, and there was his grubby fist coming out of the hole in the ceiling, and being shaken at me.
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