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I'm thinkin' he wint ter Germany, mebbe." "How could he get there?" Tom asked. "Wouldn't thim Dutch skippers in Noo Yorrk Harrbor help him out?" Pete shouted. "Gerrmany, Holland 'tis all th' same. Thar's ways uv gittin' thar, you kin thrust the Germans. They're comin' and goin' back all the toime." "What do you suppose they suspected him of?" Tom asked, his astonishment still possessing him.
"I wonder, now, was that a misprint fer fumigate it, fer that is what it will be wantin' mighty soon, if I know anything about deceased cats. I wonder do thim dudes in New Yorrk be thinkin, th' long-haired cat is only fainted, mebby? Do they think they see Mike Flannery sittin' be th' bedside av th' cat, fannin' it t' bring it back t' consciousness? Feed it!
The latter expressed to Mike the obligations he felt for the service which Jim informed him had been rendered by the good-natured Irishman, and Mike blushed while protesting that it was "nothing at all, at all," and thinking of the hundred dollars that he earned so easily. "Did ye know, Jim," said Mike, to change the subject, "that owld Belcher has gone to New Yorrk to live?" "No."
"Consiny Mrs. Warman wont reciev cat way bill 23645 Hibbert and Jones consinor cat is " He grinned and ran the end of the pen through his stubble of red hair. "What is th' swell worrd fer dead, Timmy?" he asked. "I'm writin' a letter t' th' swell clerks in New Yorrk that be always guyin' me about me letters, an' I 'll hand thim a swell worrd fer wance." "Deceased," said Timmy, grinning.
"Wal about this Schmitt, here; thar wuz two detectives come out from Noo Yorrk from the Fideral phad'ye call it. They wuz making inquiries about Schmitt. Fer th' wan thing he wuz an aly-an, 'n' they hed some raysons to think he wuz mixed up in plots. They wuz mighty close-mouthed about it, so I heerd, 'n' they asked more'n they told.
"Hey, Josh, did you fetch the flour?" called a woman's voice from inside. "Hullo I Reckon I didn't forgit nothin'," replied the man, as he got down. "An' say, Mrs. Hutter, hyar's a young lady from Noo Yorrk." That latter speech of the driver's brought Mrs. Hutter out on the porch. "Flo, come here," she called to some one evidently near at hand. And then she smilingly greeted Carley.
"Number one eighty-five Madison Avenue, Noo Yorrk City," Dirty Dan replied promptly. "More I do not know. Am I on the pay-roll agin?" "You bet! I'll pick out a good job for you as soon as I find time to think about it." "Could I have a dollar or two in advance " the wanderer began, as Daney hastened toward the door. "Certainly."
"'Twould not be shoes, Casey," he said gravely. "Thim dongolas was ricomminded by th' landscape-gardener from New Yorrk. 'Twould not be sinsible t' ricommind us put a pair of laced shoes in th' park lake fer th' kids t' ride on." "'Twould not seem so," said Toole, shaking his head wisely. "I wisht me mind was like it always is. 'Tis a pity " "Stop!" cried Casey. "I have it! Thim was kid shoes.
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