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"'Tis better to put him out iv his misery by bleedin' him at the throat." The strain had been too much for the lad. "Don't be doin' ut," he cried. "There'll be no blood in me throat. Give me a little time. 'Tis cold an' weak I am. Be lettin' me lay down an' slape a bit. Then I'll be warm an' the blood'll flow." "'Tis no use," Sullivan objected. "As if ye cud be slapin' at a time like this.
"Av the beacon howlds on, we may as well slape as not; an' if it don't howld on, why, we'll be none the worse o' slapin' anyhow." "I mean to sit up," said Forsyth, whose alarm was aggravated by another fit of violent toothache. "So do I," exclaimed several of the men, as another wave dashed against the beacon, and a quantity of spray came pouring down from the rooms above.
I seen her meself a few minnits, an' she was fond av the Capt'in, ma'am, an' graivs fur him; and she said to say the big cat slapin' on the rug moight make the room same homeloike to yez. She knowed Capt'in Errol whin he was a bye an' a foine handsum' bye she ses he was, an' a foine young man wid a plisint word fur every one, great an' shmall.
"Av the beacon howlds on, we may as well slape as not; an' if it don't howld on, why, we'll be none the worse o' slapin' anyhow." "I mean to sit up," said Forsyth, whose alarm was aggravated by another fit of violent toothache. "So do I," exclaimed several of the men, as another wave dashed against the beacon, and a quantity of spray came pouring down from the rooms above.
Oi 'm jist bossin' me gang durin' workin' hours, an' slapin' the rist o' the toime in the bunk-house. Oi 'm dommed if Oi care who owns the rock." The two men sat in silence. Burke indifferently chewing on his quid. Winston shifted the revolver into his left hand, and began slowly tracing lines, and marking distances, on the back of an old envelope.
Ye'll not slape, and ye'll not warm up. Look at ye now. You've an ague." "I was sick at Limerick wan night," O'Brien hurried on, "an' the dochtor cudn't bleed me. But after slapin' a few hours an' gettin' warm in bed the blood came freely. It's God's truth I'm tellin' yez. Don't be murderin' me!" "His veins are open now," the captain said. "'Tis no use leavin' him in his pain.
After we had partially quieted him he was able to tell us, that, as he was "slapin' paceably, he all ov a suddint felt somethin' in bed wid him, that wuz swallowin' him intirely. A big black thing wuz lyin' right by the side ov him, and wuz jest a-suckin' him in whole, for he had his arrm in his throat clane up to his ilbow!" "It's that cub of a bear!" exclaimed Ned, interrupting Patsey's story.
Do it now an' be done with it." They started to reach for O'Brien, but he backed away. "I'll be the death iv yez!" he screamed. "Take yer hands off iv me, Sullivan! I'll come back! I'll haunt yez! Wakin' or slapin', I'll haunt yez till you die!" "'Tis disgraceful!" yelled Behane. "If the short stick'd ben mine, I'd a-let me mates cut the head off iv me an' died happy."
"Hold har-rd or you'll run her down." "Now then, Riley, look alive, is it slapin' ye are!" "Hold yer jaw, Flanigan, and stand ready with the boat-hook. Now then, hold har-rd!" The sudden jarring and tilting of the water-logged boat, a sound of rasping timbers, the swarming of men in shirtsleeves and blue trousers around her, seemed to rouse her momentarily, but she again fainted away.
Presently she heard footsteps resound along the empty hall and the Irish housekeeper flung open the door. "Is Professor Green up yet?" Molly demanded. "And shure I've not an idea whether he be up or slapin'." "But can't you see?" "I cannot. It wouldn't be an aisy thing to do, I'm thinkin'." "And why not, pray? It must be his breakfast time. You have only to rap on his door.
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