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The policeman took one look at the damaged face and forgot the plate of ham and eggs that had just been put before him. "Yuh've been at it again!" he cried, his Irish eyes lighting up with anticipatory enjoyment. "I had a little set-to with friend Jerry last night," the Westerner explained. "Another?" "Now don't you blame me. I'm a peaceful citizen not lookin' for trouble a li'l' bit.
But that is one thing Sary don't know!" John laughed loud and long at the picture Jeb graphically sketched of Sary and himself, but the orator cared nothing for John's laughing. He was too concerned over his freedom. "Sary's got some good points yuh've got to hand it to her, even ef she hain't got a figger like Miss Anne's, and hair like Miss Polly's. But she can cook!
After the first quick glance, Jeems hadn't looked at him, but Val knew that the swamper was ready and waiting to take advantage of any diversion he might make. "Three minutes are up, swamper. So yuh've decided to be tough, eh?" "Whatta yo' wanna know?" Jeems' question was silly but it held their attention. "We have told you several times," answered the Boss, his temper beginning to fray visibly.
But I don't aim to let this Durand comb my hair with a rake." "What's the trouble now?" "You heard about the girl abducted in an auto from the Bronx?" "Uh-huh! Was Jerry in that?" "He was. I'll tell you the whole story, Tim." "Meet my mother first. Mother Mr. Lindsay. Yuh've heard me talk av him." Mrs. Muldoon's blue Irish eyes twinkled.
Very softly he pressed his lips upon the little pink palm. Then he stood erect, still holding the fluttering fingers in both his bronzed hands. "Yuh will neveh know what yuh've been to me," he said, gravely, "and what yuh will always be to me still. It's goin' to hurt a little, of course; but I'll have my dreams, and that's something. And I'm shore yuah friend as you said. Gawd make yuh happy!"
If he suspects anything, he'll cut yore throat. But I'm with yuh! Yuh've brought me to myself. I didn't suppose they made hombres like you!" "Thanks, Harry. Now listen carefully and I'll tell yo' exactly what to do." For a few minutes The Kid talked earnestly to young Thomas, outlining their night's work.
"Dip yer hand in holy water, an' yuh'll hear no more of it. Now, then. Behave yerself." "I was wishin' it!" she wailed. "I was wishin' somethin' 'd happen to him to leave me free here in m' own home!" "An' that," Mrs. Byrne said, "is the judgment o' heaven on yuh fer carin' more fer yer dishes than yuh did fer yer husband. Yuh're a good manager, Mrs. Cregan, but yuh've been a dang poor wife.
Thu best way with a pizen reptyle is to blow his damn haid off, 'specially one thet yuh've pulled thu rattles offen." They both grinned reminiscently at the reference to the Alcazar incident, but Douglass winced at the thought that although he had stopped Matlock's rattling for the time being, he had not neutralized the venom of his silent bite.
"The poor creature!" she wept. "The poor ol' man. Poor Dinny!" Mrs. Byrne folded her arms. "Mary Cregan," she said, in hoarse disgust, "when yuh've done makin' a fool o' yerself, I'll trouble yuh to listen to me. Now! If y' ever breathe a word o' this to Cregan, he'll laugh himself blind! Mind yuh that! He'll not believe yuh. No one'll believe yuh. No one!
"Surely yuh'll go!" he pleaded. "Yuh yuh've got to! My father's in the coach!" Garvey spoke up, smiling behind his mustache. "What could we do against sixty Apaches?" he demanded. "Besides, the men in the stage are dead ones by this time. We couldn't do any good." Robbins' face went white. With clenched fists, he advanced toward Garvey. "Yo're cowards, that's all!" he cried. "Cowards!
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