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"'Tis here we hould coort," Slavin informed him, "whin we have any shtiffs tu be thried." Opening the front door George lugged in his bedding and kit-bags and, depositing them on his cot, flung off his fur coat, cap, and serge.
"Thrue for you, indeed, Mave; he always had a high spirit ever since he was intinded for the robes, and would have his own way and will in whatever he took into his head, right or wrong, as cleverly as if he had the authority for it." "An' so he ought, seein' he wasn't to be slavin' at the spade, like the rest o' the family.
Many of the pictures were unframed copies cut apparently from art and other journals; from theatrical and comic papers. George gazed on them awhile in utterly bewildered astonishment; then, with a little hopeless ejaculation, swung around to the sergeant who met his despairing grin with benign composure. "Whose cot's " "'Tis Yorke's," said Slavin simply.
While the League was thus waiting, its interest centred upon Slavin, chiefly because he represented more than any other the forces of the enemy; and though Billy Breen stood between him and the vengeance of the angry men who would have made short work of him and his saloon, nothing could save him from himself, and after the funeral Slavin went to his bar and drank whisky as he had never drunk before.
We stood some moments watching him knocking in the heads of casks and emptying bottles. I thought he had gone mad, and approached him cautiously. 'Hello, Slavin! I called out; 'what does this mean? He paused in his strange work, and I saw that his face, though resolute, was quiet enough. 'It means I'm done wid the business, I am, he said, in a determined voice.
'Ah, Michael, you must pray le bon Jesu. He's garde notre mignon. And then she bent over the babe, whispering 'Ah, mon cheri, mon amour, adieu! adieu! mon ange! till Slavin put his arms about her and took her away, for as she was whispering her farewells, her baby, with a little answering sigh, passed into the House with many rooms.
'Well, I laughed, 'perhaps so. But I want to lick that man Slavin. I've just seen him, and he's just what Craig calls him, "a slick son of the devil." Don't be shocked; he says it is Scripture. 'Revised version, said Graeme gravely, while Craig looked a little abashed. 'What is assigned me, Mr. Craig? for I know that this man is simply your agent. I repudiated the idea, while Mr.
This isn't any slobbery brotherly love or New Jerusalem business, or anything like that, either. I'm not a bloomin' missionary!" He qualified that assertion unnecessarily to prove it. "But let's stick together and back each other up just us two and old man Slavin make it a sort of 'rule of three. We can have a deuce of a good time on this detachment then! . . ."
The latter nodded. "All right, thin, get mounted, th' tu av yez, an' lead on!" Keeping needfully wide of the broad, claret-bespotted swath in the snow, the party started trailing back. Yorke and George rode ahead. The latter glanced around to make sure of being out of earshot of their sergeant. "We-ll of all the hardened old cases! . . . Slavin sure does crown 'em!" he muttered to his comrade.
Well, then, I will give you, to-day, just one chance to live one, you dog one. Don't move an eyelash! Tell me honestly why you have been trying to get word with the girl, and you shall go out from here living. Lie to me about it, and I am going to kill you where you sit, as I would a mad dog. You know me, Slavin now speak!"
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