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Oldbury wants ter know if yer'll be likin' a barf in the mornin'." "You can tell Mrs. Oldbury that the answer is yes," I said gravely. Then I paused. "What's your name?" I asked. She sniffed again, and looked at me with round, wondering eyes. "Gertie, sir. Gertie 'Uggins." I felt in my pocket and found a couple of half-crowns.
So successful was this prescription that when I did drop off it was into a deep, dreamless slumber which was only broken by the appearance of Gertie 'Uggins with a cup of tea at eight o'clock the next morning. Soundly and long as I had slept I didn't hurry about getting up.
A bullet whistled past either ear, and he tumbled back into the tender, barking several fresh places on his sore body. "Wots the use?" he growled. "They don't understand. . . . Lidysmith don't 'elp none if they 'it me, though she's orl right for for tradition. I better lie low an' stop gassin' 'istory. . . . Any'ow, 'Uggins wouldn't sound right in 'istory."
"What's the matter with the one you're wearing?" demanded Tommy. "It just suits your savage style of beauty." "Oh, this new one isn't for me," I explained. "It's for a lady a lady friend, as we say." "I didn't know you had any," said Joyce, "except me and Sonia." I smiled arrogantly. "You underrate my attractions," I replied. "Haven't I told you about Miss Gertie 'Uggins?"
He sprang into the cab with a roar at 'Uggins, tossed a kiss to Tressa, pulled the whistle cord, and drew away with increasing speed from the trestle and down the line to the official siding, three miles away, at the deserted end-of-steel village. The work was completed for the night, yet the men lingered, self-consciously kicking over fragments of rock.
But outside, Adrian Conrad passed carelessly along the line of sullen men and led up the bank and through the woods to the standing train. And not a knife showed. Torrance and Murphy and the train crew watched the line file from the cook-house and up the path. "'Blimey! as me friend, 'Uggins, o' Whitechapel, would say," exclaimed Murphy. "And then some!" Torrance only rubbed his hands.
I certainly couldn't afford to quarrel with her, and she was hardly the sort of girl to accept anything in the nature of a disappointment to her affections in exactly a philosophic frame of mind. I was still pondering over this rather delicate problem, when there came a knock at the door, and in answer to my summons Gertie 'Uggins inserted her head.
He crawled painfully to the very back of the tender and fired again. "In case they thort the first was a misfire," he growled, "or fright." After a minute or two he began to grin. "Unless them bohunks is bigger fools than they need be, I guess yer friend 'Uggins is due for a rosy wreath from his friend Murphy when the sky clears."
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