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Then Cary's a perfect hoodlum at home, one scrape after another as fast as he can get in and father can get him out. They sent him with us," she continued, in the flow of her boundless confidences. "Herr Max is a very highly educated young man, but I don't think he's doing Cary any good." That night at Mainz there was an episode. Mr.
Now Jane, you have got to do exactly that. Keep Shirley Duncan on her own grounds. Shoo her out of junior haunts." "You are right, Judy. I have been tortured with the idea that I would have to play fairy godmother to that that 'hoodlum. Honestly, did you ever see so ordinary a girl in Wellington?" "Never. But then she may be a genius. I have read such descriptions of them.
With them was the Italian hound, Bombini, and beside them were such strangely assorted men as Anton Sorensen, Lars Jacobsen, Frank Fitzgibbon, and Richard Giller also Arthur Deacon the white slaver, John Hackey the San Francisco hoodlum, the Maltese Cockney, and Tony the suicidal Greek.
In spite of its swiftness the automobile offers opportunities for studying human nature appreciated only by the driver. The city hoodlum is a most aggressive individual; he is not invariably in tattered clothes, and is by no means confined to the alleys and side streets.
To know just how all this election business came about we must go back a year or so to a time when Tom Slade was just a hoodlum down in Barrel Alley and believed with all his heart that the best use a barrel stave could be put to was to throw it into the Chinese laundry. He had heard of the Boy Scouts and he called them "regiment guys" and had a sophisticated contempt for them.
A low-browed man was Lemoal, sapped and ruthless, but certainly he had adventured. Was the Bella Union Theater still there in Frisco? Did they still fight in Bottle Meyers, and was his friend Tasset on the police force yet? His memories of San Francisco ante-dated mine. He had been a hoodlum there, and had helped to hang Chinese.
Then a yell reached his ears, and something swished at him. An egg-sized rock hit the truck behind him and bounced back, just as he spotted a hoodlum drawing back a sling for a second shot. Gordon was on his knees between heartbeats, darting under one of the trucks. He rolled to his feet, letting out a yell of his own, and plunged forward.
"It was that hoodlum who broke the glass just for the sake of getting my brother into trouble. You ought to see that plainly enough. You do, don't you?" "Yes, now. I didn't know all the story before. I beg the young gentleman's pardon. Come, John, we'll have to look elsewhere for your tormentor," and the officer took the Chinaman by the arm and walked out with him.
There was more weakness than crime in them. The bearded man tapped the page of the news sheet he was reading with an emphatic forefinger that was none too clean. "What in hell?" he exclaimed. "These fellers beat me. Here, look at that, and read the stuff some darn hoodlum has doped out." He passed the paper to the Englishman. That at which the other pointed was the photograph of a man.
Perhaps in that brief glimpse the whole panorama of his adventurous life spread before him in his mind's eye, and he saw the vicious little hoodlum that he had once been transformed into a scout, pass through the several ranks of scouting, grow up, go to war, and come back to be assistant at the camp where he had spent so many happy hours when he was a young boy.
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