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The group of officers in the tent was silent for a long half minute after Colonel Wilson's voice had stopped. Then the General spoke. "There is but one thing to do," he said. "We must get word to Captain Thornton at once." The Colonel thought deeply a moment, and glanced at the orderly outside the tent. "Flannigan!" The man, wheeling swiftly, saluted.
But I'm afraid they will get on to it soon, and some of them might not be agreeable. A pearl necklace is a pearl necklace, miss, and the lady's wild." "What do you mean?" I gasped. "You don't think why, Flannigan " He merely grinned at me and thrust his hand down in his pocket. When he brought it up he had Bella's bracelet on his palm, glittering in the faint light. "Where did you get it?"
Harbison's stolen watch slip out of my girdle, slide greasily across my lap, and clatter to the floor. Flannigan stooped, but luckily it had gone under the table. To have had it picked up, to have had to explain how I got it, to see them try to ignore my picture pasted in it oh, it was impossible! I put my foot over it. "Drop something?" Dallas asked perfunctorily, rising.
I was astonished at the rascal's audacity, but took care to keep my eyes fixed abstractedly upon the ceiling, and drank my wine in as unconscious a manner as possible. I felt that Flannigan was looking towards me with his wolfish eyes to see if I had noticed the allusion. He whispered something to his companion which I failed to catch.
This accounts for the clamorous call he received to give them a song of his own composition. Flannigan cleared his throat. "Ye do me honor," he said; "but I shall be happy to plase ye. I will at this time give yez the song I composed when I quit the sarvice and had made up my mind to come to Canada." I'll put by my musket, Also my red coat; On war and its glory I'll no longer gloat.
"It are a kind er lonesome life, Mis' Flannigan, an' dat 's a fac'. But sence I had de privilege er eatin' yo' cookin' an' 'joyin' yo' society, I ain' felt a bit lonesome." "Yer flatthrin' me, Misther Braboy. An' even if ye mane it" "I means eve'y word of it, Mis' Flannigan."
"You'd make out every packet of perishable goods to be a torpedo," said Dick, "if that is to be your only test." "The man's name was Flannigan," I continued. "I don't think that would go very far in a court of law," said Dick; "but come, I have finished my cigar. Suppose we go down together and split a bottle of claret. You can point out these two Orsinis to me if they are still in the cabin."
They sat down on a bale of goods with their backs turned towards me, and I found myself, much against my will, playing the unpleasant part of eavesdropper to their conversation. "Well, Muller," said the taller of the two, "we've got it aboard right enough." "Yes," assented the man whom he had addressed as Muller, "it's safe aboard." "It was rather a near go." "It was that, Flannigan."
They spread the cushions from the couch in the tent on the roof, and Jim would poke his head down and say a prayer, and then curve over as gracefully as a sausage and come up gasping, as if he had been pushed off a boat. "Five pounds a day; not less, sir," Flannigan said encouragingly. "You'll drop it in chunks." Jim looked at the tin as if he expected to see the chunks lying at his feet.
"An', as he goes down th' sthreet, he hears a band play an' sees a procission headed be a calceem light; an', in a carredge, with his plug hat in his hand an' his di'mond makin' th' calceem look like a piece iv punk in a smoke-house, is Flannigan, payin' his first visit this side iv th' thracks." "I'm havin' a time iv it with Terence," said Mr. Hennessy, despondently.
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