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He would skip across the street like a harried hare, just missing a motor truck's nose and all unconscious of the stream of invective directed at him by its charioteer. "Heh! Whatcha!... Look!" Sometimes a policeman came to his aid, or attempted to, but he resented this proffered help. You don't need to help me. I'm no jay from the country." He visited the Stock Exchange. This depressed him.
"Is it very far?" he inquired. "Not very," said the other, "Tired, are you, though? Well, we'll ride whatcha say? Good! Call a cab!" And then, gripping Jurgis tight with one hand, the young fellow began searching his pockets with the other. "You call, ole sport, an' I'll pay," he suggested. "How's that, hey?" And he pulled out from somewhere a big roll of bills.
Bud with his eyes shining, his cheeks blazing with excitement, his hair wildly flying in the breeze, his young, boyish face suddenly grown old with lines of anxiety. But you wouldn't have known from his greeting that it was anything more than a pleasure excursion he had been on the past two days. "Good work, Kid! Whatcha want me t' do?"
He went back to the table and tapped the sleeper sharply on the shoulder. Blake stirred, and mumbled drowsily: "Huh! what whatcha want?" "Wake up," answered Mr. Leslie. "I wish to congratulate you." Blake slowly heaved himself up and blinked at his disturber with haggard, bloodshot eyes. He was still very weary and only half roused from his stupor. "Huh!" he muttered.
"Whatcha think you got there, you lubber, you! A section o' lead pipe! You ought t' be back carryin' a shovel, where you belong. Here. Just a touch. Like that. See? Easy now." He could box like a professional. They put him up against Slovatsky, the giant Russian, one day.
Barker fidgeted nervously, and finally, when the strain became too great, burst out with: "Who are you fellers? Whatcha want?" Carroll spoke softly. "William Barker?" "What if that is my name?" Carroll's hands spread wide. "Just wanted to be sure, that's all. You are William Barker?" "An' what if I am? What you got to do with that?" Carroll showed his badge.
His name wus Gaskins; I hed him up fer mayhem onct. I'll bet he's the duck, for he hung round Jack's place most o' the time. Whatcha want me ter do?" "It has seemed to me, Tim," I said, thoughtfully, "that the best action for us to take will be to let them place the girl in my hands, just as they have planned to do. That will throw them entirely off their guard.
"Never mind that now," said Tom, kneeling before him. "Look, Tiny, can you keep a secret?" "Sure!" said the boy gleefully. "Sure I can, Tom." "Well, I'm on a secret assignment, see?" whispered the cadet with a conspiratorial air. "And I need someone like you to help me. But you can't tell anyone I'm here!" "Sure, I understand, Tom. Whatcha want me to do?"
And presently the voice of Western Union was lifted in sour expostulation: "Sa-ay, whatcha s'pose 's th' matta wid dis guy? I' been ringin' haffanour!" "That's funny," commented the elevator boy: "he came in only about ten minutes ago." "Yuh wuddn' think he cud pass away 's quick 's all that wuddja?" "Ah, I dunno. Mebbe he had a bun on when he come in. Gen'ly has. I didn' notice."
"She didn't know yer was comin'. I didn't tell her!" It seemed to Rose-Marie that there was a scared sort of appeal in the woman's eyes as they travelled, slowly, over her face. But there was not even appeal in the tone of her voice it was all a drab, colourless monotone. "Whatcha come here fer?" she questioned. "Pa, he's home. If he should ter wake up " She left the sentence unfinished.
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