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The innkeeper, well knowing that this customer would pay for anything which he ordered, threw himself into the affair heartily, with the result that by five o'clock relays of cooks and other attendants were to be seen streaming up Dirk's staircase, carrying every variety of dish that could be supposed to tempt the appetite of high-class cavaliers.
Barraclough's foot just above his waist line destroyed the last of his equilibrium and over the edge he went into the shallow water below. Unquestionably the beer was responsible for Dirk's failure to win the engagement. His quarry was before him in an open position. He should have used his Mascot and used it hard.
It made the dark blood flow into black Dirk's indignant face. Even Alfred Ried lost self-control for a moment, and flashed a glance at him out of angry eyes. How could there be any hope of a boy who sneered at his mother? Yet you need not judge him too harshly. He thought of his mother, indeed, when he laughed; but alas! he thought of her as drunk.
"I think so, master," replied Martin. "Hear;" and he repeated sentence by sentence every word that had fallen from Dirk's lips, for when he chose to use it Martin's memory was good. "One or two questions, master," he said. "This stuff must be brought through at all hazards?" "At all hazards?" answered Dirk. "And if we cannot bring it through, it must be hidden in the best way possible?" "Yes."
"Ay, begorra," answered the Irishman; "Dirk's done for, I expect; and there's others of us that'll want plenty of watchin' if we're ever to see the other side of the Line again." "Is that so?" ejaculated I. "Then for Heaven's sake send somebody to relieve me, that I may go for'ard and see what is to be done in the way of stitching and bandaging."
Dick sneered more moderately, "we all know you like Kit Pott. You and he had better get hitched; then, you'd be pot-hooks." This set everybody to laughing, even Dirk's adversary, Bob Trotter. "Pretty bright!" said Julius Zink. "Bright, but not pretty," said Mat Snead, blushing at the sound of her voice. "Hurrah! Mat's waked up," said Julius.
Thus, by degrees, favoured with such ample opportunity, a strong affection had sprung up between these two young people, although as yet they were not affianced, nor indeed had either of them said a word of open love to the other. This abstinence may seem strange, but some explanation of their self-restraint was to be found in Dirk's character.
I don't believe anybody told you to give it to me. Who would care about my having a flower? Where did you get it?" "Where do you s'pose?" Dirk's voice was ominously gruff. It is a painful truth that by daylight he was ashamed of his part of the transaction. "I told you she sent it. It's noways likely that I'd take the trouble to make up a lie about that weed.
"Ain't we going by train 'cos I got the tickets." "No." "Well, 'ang on a minute while I gets the money back." But even this business coup was denied and with a sense of opportunity lost he entered the car. There was nothing prepossessing in Freddie Dirk's appearance. He was of the low brow, heavy jaw, bruiser type. The term a "tough" fits him closely.
"It be a bad day fur us, lads," she warned, standing on Dirk's door-step among the fishermen, and looking frowningly upon Noll as he instructed his pupils in the making of U. "It be no good fur yer chile to be ther', Hark Darby, learnin' ye don' know what! Yes, lads, I say it be an evil day, and ye'll find no good cum from it!
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