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The drink seemed to revive the young man again, and by bits Skaggs was able to pick out of him the story of his father's arrest and conviction. At its close he relapsed into stupidity, murmuring, "She throwed me down." "Well," sneered Sadness, "you see drunken men tell the truth, and you don't seem to get much guilt out of our young friend. You 're disappointed, are n't you?"
I'll jest keep Lieutenant Boggs and Lieutenant Skaggs close by me, and we'll pitch our camp right here in the Gap whar we can pertect the property of Confederate citizens and be close to our base o' supplies, suh. That's what I'll do!"
"Lieutenant Skaggs," he called, sharply, "git yo' men out thar an' draw 'em up in two rows!" The face of the student of military tactics looked horrified. The captain in his excitement had relaxed into language that was distinctly agricultural, and, catching the look on his subordinate's face, and at the same time the reason for it, he roared, indignantly: "Air you afeer'd, sir?
Skaggs started to sit down alone at a table, but Thomas called him, "Come over here, Skaggsy." In the moment that it took the young man to reach them, Joe wondered if he would ever reach that state when he could call that white man Skaggsy and the girl Maudie. The new-comer soon set all of that at ease. "I want you to know my friend, Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Skaggs." "Why, how d' ye do, Hamilton?
Jack Wyckholme, gentleman's son and ne'er-do-well, possessed nine pounds and a fraction, an appetite and excellent spirits, while Taswell Skaggs exhibited a balance of one thousand pounds in a Shanghai bank, a fairly successful trade in Celestial necessities, and an unbounded eagerness to change his luck. "I have a proposition to make to you, Tazzy," said Mr. Wyckholme, late in the night.
The death of Taswell Skaggs was stimulating, to say the least, inapplicable though the expression may seem. He attained the end of a hale old age by tumbling aimlessly into the mouth of a crater on the island of Japat, somewhere in the mysterious South Seas.
But there were some in the town who thought differently about the matter, and it was their opinions and murmurings that backed up Skaggs and made it easier for him when at the capital he came into contact with the official red tape.
The detective had not thought of it five years before, nor had Maurice Oakley and his friends had an inkling, and here was one of the New York Universe's young men going miles to prove his idea about something that did not at all concern him. When Skaggs reached the town which had been the home of the Hamiltons, he went at once to the Continental Hotel.
The old Southern city was described, and the opinions of its residents in regard to the case given. It was there clear, interesting, and strong. One could see it all as if every phase of it were being enacted before one's eyes. Skaggs surpassed himself. When the editor first got hold of it he said "Huh!" over the opening lines, a few short sentences that instantly pricked the attention awake.
"They've gobbled Boggs," he said, and the reserve rushed after him as he fled. The army heard the beat of their coming feet. "They've gobbled Skaggs," the army said. Then was there bedlam as the army fled a crashing through bushes a splashing into the river, the rumble of mule wagons, yells of terror, swift flying shapes through the pale moonlight.
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