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But Fernando's chief regret was in leaving the friend of his childhood. Sukey and he shed manly tears as each saw the face of his friend fade from view. Terrence soon ingratiated himself into the favor of Captain Bones, who had a weakness for punch and whist.
Soundings were taken; but the captain, who had yielded to the seductive punch of Terrence Malone, could not determine where they were. When daylight came the sea had changed color, which proved that they were in shallow water. On heaving the lead it was ascertained that they were only in twelve fathoms water. "Wear ship!" shouted Captain Bones in a tone of thunder.
Terrence first looked round to assure himself that there was no one within hearing and then said, "Safe on mother earth, me lad, and, what's best of all, American soil!" American soil! the very announcement sent a thrill of hope and joy through his heart.
Terrence pressed open the concealed buffet at the far end of the room and set out the glasses, while Dick turned on a wall light and studied his face in the small mirror inside the buffet door. "It's all right now, quite natural," he announced. "'Twas only a passing shade," Terrence agreed, pouring the whiskey. "And man has well the right to take it hard the going of old friends."
Pistols were settled on as a compromise, and Terrence went away to settle the final arrangements. He returned with a smile on his face and, rubbing his hands, said: "Cheer up, me boy, it's all settled." "What? won't we fight?" "Yes, it's settled that you will fight." For a long time, Fernando was silent, and then he said: "When will it take place, Terrence?" "To-morrow morning at sunrise."
I was talking to Terrence Relihan, who represents them up there" meaning Harrisburg, the State capital "and he says they won't stand for it at all. You may have trouble right here in Philadelphia after you get it they're pretty powerful, you know. Are you sure just where you can place it?" "Yes, I'm sure," replied Cowperwood. "Well, the best thing in my judgment is not to say anything at all.
They think my boy, Terrence, killed a man, an' I'm goin' up to tell th' judge. Of course, they don't know Terrence. He's wild and runs around a heap, but he's not what you may call bad." The poor woman was half-crazed by her grief, and her blood was chilled by the cold rain. She could not have been wetter at the bottom of Lake Michigan. When she ceased speaking, she shivered.
"We'll pay ye, won't we, Misther Madison?" put in Terrence, with his characteristic impertinence. "What proofs have you of the perfidy of Great Britain?" asked the president. "I have letters, sir, and official documents which would make any honorable man blush." "No doubt of it, yer honor," put in Terrence. "Have you those papers with you, Mr. Henry?" asked the careful president. "Some of them."
Young Stevens had no definite recollection of how he ever got to bed; but he awoke next morning with a wretched headache and found himself in a red coat, with the epaulets and gold lace of an officer. By degrees, the whole thing came back to him. Terrence came in a few moments later, a smile on his face, as he remarked they were in "the divil's own scrape." "Why?" asked Fernando.
Wan week afther th' swear-off he came fr'm th' field with th' pipe in his face, an' him puffin' away like a chimney. 'Terrence, says me mother, 'it isn't Easter morn. 'Ah-ho, says he, 'I know it, he says; 'but, he says, 'what th' divvle do I care? he says. 'I wanted f'r to find out whether it had th' masthery over me; an', he says, 'I've proved that it hasn't, he says.
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