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And Beasley snatched at it hungrily, like a worm-ridden dog will snatch at the filthiest offal. The drunken voice of Abe Allinson lifted above the general din. He was lolling against one end of the counter, isolated from his fellows by reason of his utterly stupefied condition. He was in a state when he no longer had interest for his companions.
You can't expect elegant feedin' at a hog trough. Now it's kind o' diff'rent wi' me. "Oh, quit," cried the sharp voice of the exasperated Abe Allinson. And there was no doubt but he was speaking for the rest of the audience. Pete followed him in a tone of equal resentment. "That ain't no sort o' way ad dressin' a leddy," he said angrily. "Course it ain't," sneered Beasley.
Then in a sudden fit of irritability Abe Allinson kicked a loose stone in the direction of the tethered horses. "Say," he observed, "this 'minds one o' the time we struck color at the hill." His eyes wandered toward the gathering shadows, slowly obscuring the grim sides of Devil's Hill. His remark was addressed to no one in particular. Beasley took him up.
"If you want another racket I don't. You're always raisin' hell." "Quit yourself," shrieked Mamie in sudden anger. "I ain't scared of a racket." She turned to Beasley, who was pouring out a round of drinks for Abe Allinson, now so drunk that he had to support himself against the counter. "Say, you don't need to be scared, that feller's out o' the way now," she jeered. "Wot say?
See also Bryce and Bannatyne. City Government. See J.H.U. Studies, Vol. IV, Nos. 4, 10; Vol. V, Nos. 1, 2, 3, 4; Vol. VII, Nos. 1, 3, 4. Also supplementary volume, Philadelphia, 1681-1887: a History of Municipal Development, by Allinson and Penrose. Simon Sterne has an able article on "Cities" in Lalor's Encyclopaedia.
"The Padre buried the others?" he said questioningly. It was Dick's partner, Abe Allinson, who took it upon himself to answer. "Y' see the Padre's done a heap. Slaney's missis didn't guess we'd orter worrit him. That's how she said." Buck suddenly swung round on Beasley. "Fix it for to-morrow, an' the Padre'll be right along." He looked the ex-Churchman squarely in the eye.
The tune was one which he hated; the colors he hated also; the marchers, all but one, he had never liked. There was Newton Towne, with a sergeant's stripe on his blue sleeve; there was Edward Green, a captain; there was Peter Allinson, a color-bearer. At their head, taller, handsomer, dearer than ever to Adam's jealous eyes, walked Henry Foust. In an instant of forgetfulness Adam waved his hand.
Abe Allinson was in close talk with two financial "sharps" from Leeson, at the bar. The Kid was with a number of new hands who had only just come in to try their luck. He was endeavoring to sell a small share of his claim at a large price. Two others were with the larger group at the bar, discussing "outputs" and new methods of washing gold.
That's how I read it. Guess none of us is saints, anyways I don't seem to hear no wings flappin'; but givin' folks up to the law is low." Abe Allinson grunted, and a general atmosphere of silent approval prevailed. Beasley, whose eyes were watching every expression, pushed the ball further along. "Low?" he cried. "You, Jack, don't know the guy we're so dead keen to help out.
Henry Foust ran down the steps and out to the gate. "Oh, Adam!" cried he. Adam stopped, stock-still. He could see Peter Allinson and Newton Towne, and even Ed Green, on Henry's porch. They were all having ice-cream and cake together. "Well, what?" said he, roughly. "Won't you shake hands with me?" "No," said Adam. "Won't you come in?" "Never." Still Henry persisted.
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