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You won't have to learn your lesson again. Go to work, sonny, in your shop, and turn out another new tool for the advancement of trade!" He paused and smiled grimly. "I've done it, too! I've just finished a little invention that'll crack any safe in New York in twenty minutes after I touch it." He broke into a dry laugh, sat down and deliberately lighted a fresh cigarette.
Of course she could see that WE were fa'r-minded men, accustomed to the ways of society, and not upset by the visit of a lady, or the givin' up of a few green sticks! But let that slide! We're goin' back home to-night, sonny, and when you've thought this thing over and are straightened up and get your right bearin's, we'll stand by you as before.
The four men, after looking at one another, looked fixedly at Dick. "Sonny," said Robertson, "you ain't got no call to worry 'bout our troubles. As I said, this is a good, strong hoss of mine, an' it will carry us just as far as we go an' no further." It was an enigmatical reply, and Dick saw that it was useless to ask them questions.
"Never mind," said one of the men, whom his companion had addressed as Nate. "We don't need him." "Guess not, Sid," was the reply. "We've got the main ones. He don't count." "What do you mean by this?" burst out Nat, who, as was Jack, had been so surprised by the sudden turn of events that he did not know what to say. "Who are you, anyhow?" "Now, don't get excited, sonny," spoke Nate.
The picture was gone in a second, of course; and I glared at the orchard fence as though that should make it transparent. 'Higher up, sonny! Think of your arboracious ancestors, an' that sorter thing.
He turned about, dragging and tugging this weight of concealment after him, reëntered the house, and sat down beside the fire. His uncle Jacob Smith had gone to his own home. The others were telling stories, calculated to make one's hair stand on end, about signs and warnings, and their horrible fulfillment. "Granny," said Solomon suddenly. "Waal, sonny?" said his grandmother.
"Speak up loud, sonny," shouted a man far back in the mass, "we all want to hear." Colonel Stirling's voice rang quite clear enough, "Votes be damned!" he said, and turning on his heel, strode back past the sentries. And the strikers knew the fate of their attempt to keep out the scabs. Colonel Stirling's "damn" had damned the strike as well as the votes.
On the 19th of July his troops were signally defeated by Sonny and Norris, the fugitive royalists retreating into Groningen at the very moment when their general, who had been prevented by illness from commanding them, was receiving the last sacraments. Remorse, shame, and disappointment had literally brought Renneberg to his grave.
Clarence had been allowed to bestride one of the team leaders postillionwise, and was correspondingly elevated, when Jim joined him, on the Mexican plug, which appeared no doubt a part of its wicked art heavily docile, and even slightly lame. "How much," said Jim, in a tone of gloomy confidence, "how much did you reckon to make by stealin' that gal-baby, sonny?"
Anyway, they see now I know you, sonny." Paul laughed and clapped the loyal old man on the shoulder. Then he turned to the silent but interested group. "Gentlemen," said he, "I don't want to inquire on which side you are; but you can take it from me that whatever my old friend Mr. Simmons says about Mr. Finn and myself is the absolute truth. If you're on Mr.
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