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"Even if misguided in their pathriotic motives, shtill yer brothers were brave min, an' for that I respect thim. Now, thin, Riggins, ye rabbit, listen to me: In a momint av surpassin' innocince Captain Murphy an' mesilf swallowed a cute suggestion from a lad whose back I'll break in two halves whin the Narcissus gets back to San Francisco.
Oh the sneakin' hounds!" 'The big dhrops ran down my face, for I was wake wid the liquor an' had not the full av my wits about me. I laid shtill an' heard thim workin' themselves up to swear my life by tellin' tales av ivry time I had put my mark on wan or another; an' my faith, they was few that was not so dishtinguished.
He blew his cheeks out, and rose a half-inch off his heels in recollection of the mighty leap. "Ovver Mr. Richlun sayss, he sayss, 'Kip shtill, Mr. Reisen; undt I kibt shtill." The baker's auditor was gradually drawing him back toward the hospital gate; but he continued speaking: "Py undt py, vun tay, I kot someting to say to Mr. Richlun, yet. Undt I sendts vert to Mr.
I troid the dures. All toight as a politician. Shtill, t'inks I, I'll go insoide. Quiet as a lamb ut was, sorr; but on a suddent, as I was about to go back home again, I shmelt shmoke!" "Fire?" I cried, excitedly. "I said shmoke, sorr," said Barney, whose calmness was now beautiful to look upon, he was so serenely confident of his position. "Doesn't smoke involve a fire?" I demanded.
Slowly the gentle voice took up the tale anew: "We made ut, bhoy th' Post or nigh tu ut . . . in th' break av th' dawn. . . . For wan av th' dogs yapped an' they come out an' found us in th' snow. . . . Yorkey, wid his arrums round th' neck av me as if he wud shtill dhrag me on . . . . an' cryin' upon th' mother that bore um. . . . Tu men in damned bad shape tu shtiffs . . . . an' but three dogs lift out av th' six-team we'd shtarted wid. . . . So now ye know; lad! . . . Fwhat think ye? . . ."
The astonishment of the Indian increased, but for some moments he neither spoke nor made a sound. "Nivver a bit av good will it do to kape so shtill," declared he of the rich Irish brogue. "Oi know ye're there. It's not often Pat O'Toole makes a mishtake." The Indian sat up, exposing the upper part of his body. "Come," he invited. "Ben no shoot."
One minute, two, three minutes, it was a dreadfully long time, and then it was the voice of Abe Selover mixed with a long yelp from Quib. "Come on, boys! I've shoved him through. I'm going right up after him. Nothing to pull away but some sods." "Dat's de tog!" exclaimed Mr. Hamburger. "Keep shtill, black poy! De rest of dose vootshucks is coming. Keep shtill."
Sure, 'twould be an awful thing to have the sin av murrder on me sowl not that 'tis murrder to kill a Dutchman that's a self-confessed pirate into the bargain. Shtill, 'tis a terrible t'ought to carry to the grave " Wham! Mr. Reardon brought his padded wrench down on his defenseless bed. "Too harrd," he told himself.
"Anne Dillon wouldn't have it known for the world, ye see, but I know that she sint a thousand o' thim to the polis in California; an' that's the way she kem across the lad. Whin he found his mother shtill mournin' him, he wrote to her that he had made his pile an' was comin' home. Anne has the pride in her, an' she wants all the world to believe he kem home of himself, d'ye see?
"Ephie," said the young Irishman soberly, "you and Oi are a little too suddin in making back talk to thim kind av crathers. Shtill Oi can't blame yez, my bhoy." "Don't yeou tell Frank nuthin' abaout it, Barney," entreated Gallup. "I wouldn't have him find aout for anything." "Thot's the bad part av it, Gallup thot's kaping a secret from Frankie.
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