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Updated: June 4, 2025
'Shut up your infernal cackle! The boys hadn't any notion we was here. They had some lark on. They couldn't have seen us we're all right. 'If they saw us together it'd be enough. 'But they couldn't, I tell you. Here, clear out, the boy's comin' round. Go the front way, an' make for the paddocks. I'll go up the gully. Look slippy!
After each few sentences he paused, to give himself time to produce something between a creak and a snore an abortive attempt to get at a mucus that was plainly out of reach. The diggers were beside themselves with mirth. "'E's forgot 'is 'ankey!" "'Ere, boys, look slippy! a 'ankey for ol' sausage!" But the German was not sensitive to ridicule. He had something to say, and he was there to say it.
Heretofore, life had been exactly what he chose to make it: he had put himself to the test, and he had proven himself the most daring, the coolest, shrewdest, most cunning, in that sinister world in which he had shone with so evil a light. He had been Slippy McGee. Sure of himself, his had been that curious inverted pride which is the stigmata of the criminal.
Kathleen asked in haste. "I haste away, 'Tis market day," sang Gerald, "And in the market there Buy roses for my fair. If you want to come too, get your boots on, and look slippy about it." "I don't want to come," said Jimmy, and sniffed. Kathleen turned a despairing look on Gerald. "Oh, James, James," said Gerald sadly, "how difficult you make it for me to forget that you're my little brother!
You and the galls go to look at 'em, and jist as you get there, the grass is juicy from the everlastin' rain, and awful slippy; up go your heels, and down goes stranger on the broad of his back, slippin' and slidin' and coastin' right down the bank, slap over the light mud-earth bed, and crushin' the flowers as flat as a pancake, and you yaller ochered all over, clean away from the scruff of your neck, down to the tip eend of your heel.
He felt his pride at stake he who could so expertly, with almost demoniac ingenuity, force the costliest and most cunningly constructed burglar-proof lock; he whose not idle boast was that he was handy with his fingers! Slippy McGee baffled, at bay before a butterfly? And in the presence of a mere priest and a girl-child? Never! He'd show us what he could do when he really tried to try!
He is " and she recited Pincher's qualifications. "Ho yes," said the sailor he had a red and angry face. "I see 'im a hour ago 'long of a Chinaman. 'E crossed the river in a open boat. You'd best look slippy arter 'im." He grinned and spat; he was a detestable character, I think. "Chinamen puts puppy-dogs in pies.
"I don't fancy that water-hole," said Wilmshurst. "It savours of mosquitoes and other pests. How goes the time?" Danvers consulted his wristlet watch. "Nearly four o'clock," he announced. "If we are to be in camp by eight we'll have to look slippy." A rustling sound in the grass within a few yards of the spot where the hunters were standing attracted their attention.
The boy was now, in his last high school year, planning to study law all the Maynes took to law as a duck to water. Brave, simple-hearted, direct, clear-thinking, scrupulously honorable, this was one of the diamonds used to cut the rough hard surface of Slippy McGee.
And then, as if ashamed of that real feeling, he scowled. "Say, if you're really on the level, I guess you'd better not be flashing the name of Slippy McGee around promiscuous," he suggested presently. "It won't do either you or me any good, see? And say, parson, forget Percy and Algy. How was I to know you'd be so white? And look here: I did know a gink named John Flint, once.
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