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Ye tarriers!" roared Fallon as his heavy mittens gouged into the snow. "Dig! Ut's th' boss!" he yelled into the ear of the nearest man. "Oi know thim rackets!"
"It's no' so bad," said half-a-dozen voices. "Ut's verra, verra dangerous," said Tam, shaking his head. "A'm thankitfu' A'm no' a soldier they tried haird to make me ain, but A' said, 'Noo, laddie gie me a job " "Whoo!" A roar like the rush of an express train through a junction, and Tam looked around in alarm.
Double portion of my shame be on you, Terence Mulvaney, that think yourself so strong! By Mary and the saints, by blood and water an' by ivry sorrow that came into the world since the beginnin', the black blight fall on you and yours, so that you may niver be free from pain for another when ut's not your own!
And the night I go to bed I count my money, and, says I, I'll not lock ut up, for I'll onnly be unlockin' again to- morrow; and doin' a thing and undoin' ut's a sign of a brain that's addled like yours, Pole, if ye say ye didn't go to give me the notes." Mr. Pole frowned at her sagaciously. "Must change your diet, Martha!" "My dite? And what's my dite to do with my money?" "Who went into Mrs.
I was hearin' in Frisco, where I went the last time I drawed me pay, that he was like to be on the S. an' C. extension. 'Twas that that took me to San Felipe, bein' wishful to get a job wid him again. Well, well, an' to think ut's the Seer himsilf!" "What's that you call him?" "The Seer. I disremimber his other name but he's got wan all shtraight an' proper. He's that kind.
An' now he'll lay fer a chanst to git aven. Ut's th' besht ye c'n do loike he says, kape th' two eyes av ye to th' front an' moind yer own business only kape wan eye behint ye to look out fer throuble. Phwat fer job did he give yez?" "I am to start swamping, whatever that is, for the big Swede." The Irishman grinned. "Oi thoucht so; an' may God have mercy on yer sowl."
"We begin work in the morning. Abe is in charge." "Hurroo!" exclaimed the delighted Irishman. "An' ut's men ye'll be wantin' av course; wan to handle the greasers, which is cake to me, an' wan to boss the mule skinners, which is pie for Tex. I'm thinkin' the Company will be short handed at Number Three in the mornin'." "I have been holding these places open for you," Abe laughed.
Texas scratched his head in a puzzled way, while Pat grinned. "Will ye roll that in yer cigarette an' shmoke it, Uncle Tex?" "I'll have to take a shot at that fool greaser for this," returned Texas. "You'll do no such thing," declared the young woman. "You know he couldn't help himself." "Be the Powers, ut's us that should know that same!" "But honey, you can't stay here.
"He's got religion; that's wot he's got!" moaned Humpy, as though this marked the ultimate tragedy of The Hopper's life. "Mebbe ut's religion an' mebbe ut's jes' sense," pursued The Hopper, unshaken by Humpy's charge. "They wuz a chaplin in th' Minnesoty pen as used t' say ef we're all square with our own selves ut's goin' to be all right with God.
They clog together in pieces as fast as thieves, an' no wan knows fwhat they will do till wan turns informer an' the gang is bruk. But ut begins again, a day later, meetin' in holes an' corners an' swearin' bloody oaths an' shtickin' a man in the back an' runnin' away, an' thin waitin' for the blood-money on the reward papers to see if ut's worth enough.
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