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Updated: May 19, 2025
"Now thin," said Terrence. "I'll walk twelve paces, count 'one, two, three, fire! and you are both to fire at the word 'fire. The man who reserves his shot or shoots a second before falls by my hand!" This stern injunction seemed actually to awe the Britons, and Fernando fancied that he saw the lieutenant trembling. It was only fancy however. The lieutenant was really calm.
It was Sukey, and going to his berth Terrence asked: "What's the matter, Sukey?" "I am dying!" he answered. "Courage, courage, me boy, ye'll get over it." "I don't want to get over it," answered Sukey, with a hollow groan. A few moments later the skipper came to beg for a morning dram. "Divil a drop, cap'in, until we are in Baltimore."
But gradually the gloom passed away, though it left in the party a greater longing than ever to escape from their island prison. One day, while some of them were at breakfast, Terrence O'Connor rushed into the hut with the news that a ship was in sight! Instantly the boat was manned, and they rowed with all their might towards the vessel, which was seen like a white speck on the horizon.
He held up four fingers horizontally to indicate the measure of liquor he would have in the glass, and, to Ah Ha's query as to what kind of whiskey, answered, "Scotch or Irish, bourbon or rye whichever comes nearest to hand." Graham shook his head to the Chinese, and laughed to the Irishman. "You'll never drink me down, Terrence. I've not forgotten what you did to O'Hay."
Terrence Malone, with all his frivolity and tendency toward ludicrousness, had a remarkable amount of shrewdness in his composition. He was a bold, harum scarum fellow, as liable to pull the beard of a king, as to kick a pauper. Though he had fared well for an impressed seaman, Terrence had no love for Great Britain. Like others of his race, he made a noble American.
Thin they was Terrence, a big, bould, curly-headed lad that cocked his hat at anny man, or woman f'r th' matter iv that, an' that bruk th' back iv a polisman an' swum to th' crib, an' was champeen iv th' South Side at hand ball. An' he wint. Thin th' good woman passed away.
There was little talk that same evening after dinner. Paula, singing at the piano, disconcerted Terrence in the midst of an apostrophe on love. He quit a phrase midmost to listen to the something new he heard in her voice, then slid noiselessly across the room to join Leo at full length on the bearskin.
He again asked Henry how much he asked for those papers. "I want one hundred thousand dollars." "It's too much, Misther Madison; we can't give it," declared Terrence.
When the three young men had entered their room, Terrence began to tell them of a beautiful "craythur" he had that day seen in town, and on inquiry learned she lived a few miles away on the coast. She was the daughter of an old sea captain and came almost daily to the city. "What is her name?" asked Fernando. "Lane." "Great Jehosiphat, Fernando!
"How are we to get out of this any way?" asked Sukey one day, when the three were together for a moment. "Lave it all to me!" said Terrence. "I am perfectly willing to leave it all to you, Terrence. Do just as you will, so you get me on shore."
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