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Watch this!" So saying, he reached Spike's half-emptied glass from the bar and, not troubling to stoop, poured the raw spirit down upon M'Ginnis's pale, blood-smirched face. "Dead?" said Soapy. "Well, I guess not look at him!" And, sure enough, M'Ginnis stirred, groaned, opened swollen eyelids and, aided by some ready arm, sat up feebly.
Joe an' the Spider's on the track, an' they're goin' to track Fate to doom, ma'am to perishin' doom! Y' see," here the old man leaned suddenly nearer, "y' see, Joe's found a cloo!" "A clew! Yes yes!" she whispered breathlessly, moistening lips suddenly dry, and conscious that Spike's lax form had stiffened to painful alertness.
The cold bit through Spike's overcoat, battled to the skin, and chewed to the bone. It was well nigh unbearable. The young taxi-driver's lips became blue. He tried to light a cigarette, but his fingers were unable to hold the match. He looked around. A street-car, bound for a suburb, passed noisily.
All the time the good widow was making this speech, which she uttered in a solemn and oracular sort of manner, she was moving slowly toward the seat the men had prepared for her, in the middle of the boat, assisted with the greatest care and attention by the boatswain and another of Spike's confidants.
Languidly Soapy stooped and picked it up. "His noo lid!" said he. "Only bought t'day, I reckon!" "Gee!" exclaimed M'Ginnis, staring after Spike's fleeing figure, already far away, "he sure was some peevish!" "Some!" nodded Soapy. "If he'd happened t' have a gun handy, here's where you'd have cashed in for good, I reckon.
This opportunity was much increased by Spike's hailing him, while on the yard, and ordering him to take a good look at the sloop-of-war, and at the same time to ascertain if any boats were "prowlin' about, in order to make a set upon us in the night."
Rose heard Mulford's explanation favourably, as indeed she heard most of that which came from him, but did not renew the discourse, Spike's conference with the boatswain just then terminating. The captain now came aft, and began to speak of the performances of his vessel in a way to show that he took great pride in them.
But Spike's eyes were wet, his mouth quivered, and instead of answering he buried his face in the pillow again. "Say, Hermy," he mumbled, "take him away before I do th' tear-gushin' act! Take him down-stairs give him a drink light him a cigarette kiss him! Only take him away before I get mushy. But, say when I'm in bed, you'll you'll come an' say good night like like you used to, Hermy dear?"
After all, there was a breezy delirium about Spike's methods of thought that was rather stimulating when you got used to it. The worst of it was that it did not fit in with practical, everyday life. Under different conditions say, during convivial evenings at Bloomingdale he could imagine the Bowery boy being a charming companion.
Perhaps a passenger to be picked up there some sleepy, disgruntled, entirely unhappy person eager to attain the warmth and coziness of a big hotel. Yet Spike knew that he must wait. The company for which he worked specialized on service. It boasted that every train was met by a yellow taxicab and this was Spike's turn for all-night duty at the Union Station.
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