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He couldn't help thinking to himself that he was glad he hadn't won; he liked it better as it was, and felt very friendly to the Slogger. And then poor little Arthur crept in and sat down quietly near him, and kept looking at him and the raw beef with such plaintive looks that Tom at last burst out laughing. "Don't make such eyes, young un," said he; "there's nothing the matter."
He called upon the Doctor and the Treasure, and told them just to bowl quietly and carefully, and as straight as possible. The Treasure started with yorkers; which was about the most effective thing he could have done, for, whenever he got one on the wicket, it bowled a black man. Two negroes, including the slogger, fell to him in his first over.
I leave all the provision arrangements in his hands, and at all times he knows exactly how we stand ... Nothing comes amiss to him, and no work is too hard.... "OATES. Each is invaluable. Oates had his invaluable period with the ponies: now he is a foot slogger and goes hard the whole time, does his share of camp work and stands the hardships as well as any of us.
Burke the Slogger uttered a fiendish laugh. But the next moment the train leaped across the chasm, striking the rails exactly even, and dashing out the life of Burke the Slogger, sped away to Sloperton.
You have been reading all my letters, papers, manuscripts, brouillons of verses, inchoate articles for the Morning Post and Morning Chronicle, invitations to dinner and tea all my family letters, all Eliza Townley's letters, from the first, in which she declared that to be the bride of her beloved Michelagnolo was the fondest wish of her maiden heart, to the last, in which she announced that her Thomas was the best of husbands, and signed herself "Eliza Slogger;" all Mary Farmer's letters, all Emily Delamere's; all that poor foolish old Miss MacWhirter's, whom I would as soon marry as : in a word, I know that you, you hawk-beaked, keen-eyed, sleepless, indefatigable old Mrs.
"Just this, that ever since my talk wi' the Slogger I've bin making wery partikler inquiries at all the chemists and hospitals round about where he said the accident happened, an' I've diskivered one hospital where I 'appens to know the porter, an' I got him to inwestigate, an' he found there was a case of a young gal run over on the wery day this happened.
"Just what we want," thinks East, chuckling to himself, as he sees Williams, excited by these shouts, and thinking the game in his own hands, blowing himself in his exertions to get to close quarters again, while Tom is keeping away with perfect ease. They quarter over the ground again and again, Tom always on the defensive. The Slogger pulls up at last for a moment, fairly blown.
"But I say, Robin, if we do find that gal, you won't split on me, eh? You won't tell 'er who I am or where I is? You won't wictimise your old friend?" "D'you take me for a informer?" demanded Robin, with an offended look. "Hall right," cried the Slogger, giving the signal to drive on.
The damp of the place was drawn out, rather than abated, by a small fire, which burned in a rusty grate, over which they sought to warm their hands as they conversed. The man was palpably a scoundrel. Not less so was the boy. "Slogger," said the man, in a growling voice, "we must do it this wery night." "Vell, Brassey, I'm game," replied the Slogger, draining his cup with a defiant air.
"Now, then, Tom," sings out East, dancing with delight. Tom goes in in a twinkling, and hits two heavy body blows, and gets away again before the Slogger can catch his wind, which when he does he rushes with blind fury at Tom, and being skilfully parried and avoided, overreaches himself and falls on his face, amidst terrific cheers from the School-house boys.
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