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I don't care if you were one of Mike Flanigan's boys; that don't cut no ice with me." This truculent warning must have been addressed to an unseen companion on the same stair level. The listeners below heard a faint sound which might have marked a collision and then the hiss of swamp French spoken hurriedly and angrily. "What're you gonna do now, Boss?" The light half-way down the stairs paused.
"But what did you sell them for? I I cared for those horses." "Will you keep quiet aboot my hosses?" Neale had never before seen the tinge of gray in that red-bronze face. "But I told you to straighten up!" "Wal, who hasn't?" retorted Larry. "You haven't! Don't lie." "If you put it thet way, all right. Now what're you-all goin' to do aboot it?" "I'll lick you good," declared Neale, hotly.
What're you doin' down here in this hole? Ain't Injianny good enough for you?" "Injianny's good enough on general principles, but just now there's too much Abolition malaria there for me. The Lincoln satraps 've got the swing on me, and I thought I'd take a change of air. I've come down here to see if there weren't some chances to make a good turn, and I've done very well so far.
"A man wants to go straight. His pals ask him to be a crook, and are sore because he won't be a crook. The police ask him to be a crook, and threaten him because he doesn't want to be a crook. Some situation!" "Some situation!" repeated Hunt. "What're you going to do?" "Do?" Larry halted, his face set with defiant determination. "I'm going to keep on doing exactly what I've been doing!
"What're you a goin' to town this time o' night for?" asked Sid Russell, who was strongly prejudiced against staying awake a moment later than was necessary after the sun went down. "I've laid some plans to get some information," replied Sam, "and I'm going after it," and with that he jumped into the boat, with only Tom for company.
He stretched himself. He was heavier now, his stomach was a limp weight against his belt; his flesh had softened and expanded. He was thirty-two and his mind was a bleak and disordered wreck. "Have a little drink, Muriel?" "Not me, thanks. I don't use it anymore. What're you doing these days, Anthony?" she asked curiously.
"There isn't any plank to walk here, Jimmy," said I, pointing to our boat, which lay in the shoals far out. "I rather wish there were." "You'll have to carry my Auntie Helen out on yore strong right arm, Black Bart." "I'll do nothing of the sort, Jimmy." "Don't you like her no more? An' if you don't, what're we here for?"
"No," Hemmingwell spoke up from his daze. "I want to stay with my ship." "Hey!" Roger cried over the intercom. "We're getting company!" "Company?" exclaimed Tom. "What're you talking about?" "A Solar Guard cruiser," replied Roger. "Coming up to port. About five hundred miles away. Hey! It's the Polaris!" "It must be Captain Strong!" shouted Tom. "He won't do us much good now," muttered Connel.
By order of Major Connel, Senior Line Officer, Solar Guard." He switched the teleceiver for reception and waited. In a moment the screen blurred and then an image appeared. Tom gasped. It was Roger! "Tom, Tom," yelled Roger. "Tom, this is me Roger!" "Roger! What're you doing out here? How'd you get here?" "I can't explain now," said Roger. Tom interrupted him. "Roger, you've been cleared!
Si and Shorty came up, pushed off the boys and pulled the man to his feet. He was terrified at the onset which had been made upon him, and could not understand its reason. "What've I done?" he gasped. "What're all yo'uns weltin' me for? I haint no rebel. I've done tuk the oath of allegiance long ago." "Now there'll be a hangin' sure," said Harry, in eager expectancy.
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