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He might be in in a couple hours and then again he might not be back till late. Aw, say, lady!" You'd think, after repeated rebuffs of this sort, she could not possibly be so lacking in decent pride as to leave her name for Smitty or Mike or Elmer to bandy about. But she invariably did, baffled by Nick's elusiveness. She was likely to be any one of a number.
"Let me have your horn, Smitty," Steve requested. The coastguardman gave Rick a curious look as he handed Steve the phone. The agent said, "Nevada, this is Texas. Deliver the goods." The reply was, "Texas, this is Nevada. The package is in the mail." Steve handed the phone back to the coastguardman and ordered, "Get the boys together and return to the ship, Smitty. Repeat their instructions.
Smitty, Mike, Elmer, and Nick snatched stolen siestas there in the rare absences of the manager. Sometimes Nick spent the night there when forced to work overtime. His home life, at best, was a sketchy affair. Here chauffeurs, mechanics, washers lolled at ease exchanging soft-spoken gossip, motor chat, speculation, comment, and occasional verbal obscenity.
Ferguson came to the support of Delancy, as did McMahon, who said amiably: "Give the boss a chance, Smitty." Schmidt, however, was inclined to be recalcitrant. "There was no arrangement yet to give the boss a chance," he argued.
Now that he had learned what he wanted to know, he took no further pains to hide his sneers. "I'll tell Smitty that Forest's got a fine girl for a daughter," he said, rising. Musq'oosis's eyes followed him a little anxiously into the house. The dinner-hour was drawing near, but none of the boarders had arrived yet. Joe found Bela putting the plates and cups on the table.
They don't know where they've been, and they don't know what they've been doing." Smitty grinned. "Aye-aye, sir. That won't be hard. None of us really know where we've been or what we've been doing." "Life is easier that way," Steve said. "Shove off, now." "Aye-aye, sir." The guardsman faded off into the night. "Let's move furniture," Steve suggested.
There was no reason why he should not tell the story to anybody. Had he not urged upon Bela to use her own name? It never occurred to him that anyone could trace the passage of the father's bequest from one set of books to the other. So in his simple way he told the story of Walter Forest's life and death in the country. "Well! Well!" exclaimed Joe. "Smitty will be interested.
Gusterson said, "Weird to think of that big bright space-poor glamor basement stretching around everywhere underneath. Did you remind Smitty to put a new bulb in the elevator?" "The Smiths moved out this morning," Daisy said tonelessly. "They went underneath." "Like cockroaches," Gusterson said. "Cockroaches leavin' a sinkin' apartment building. Next the ghosts'll be retreatin' to the shelters."
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