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Lat's see ye knokin' the colour oot o' Snapper Morrison's ballin'." Sal, mind ye, an' Batchy wasna lang o' doin' that. He shut his een, an' hit sweech at the ba', an' awa' it gaed sailin' ower the dyke. "Well away," roared the loons roond aboot me. "That's a sixer. Play up, Batchy!"
The guard hardly even glanced at it before wagging a finger indicating that The Guesser was to pass. He didn't bother to speak. The Guesser was trembling as he walked on in partly in anger, partly in fear. It seemed ridiculous that one glance had not told the guard that he was not a Class Six. The Guesser was quite certain that he didn't look like a Sixer.
The first was a man's. "... Like you pick up dogs, hey." He sounded angry. "He bring trouble on high, that'n. Look, you, at the face he got. He no Sixer, no, nor even Fiver. Exec, that's what. Trouble." Then a woman's voice. "Exec, he?" A sharp laugh. "Naked, dirty-wet, sick, he fall on my door.
While escorting him to the lockup, the officer in charge remarked "Well, Billy, you lucky fella. You only get three months. I been think you in for a sixer." Billy "By golly, Jack, me bin think me be disqualified for life." Mickie is apt at repeating the sayings of others. Often his rendering of a commonplace becomes humorous by reason of a slight verbal twist.
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