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He's got a place just the other side of Hogan's. I'll go down there with you if you like." The parley with Barnes took only a few minutes, and at half-past three the Senator drove down the main street and turned west toward the river road.
Jawn, he says, 'ar-rm ye'ersilf an' proceed to th' raypublican timple iv justice in Hogan's saloon an' have th' stanch an' upright Judge Blood prepare some good honest writs iv th' party iv Lincoln an' Grant, he says. 'In th' manetime, as th' constitootion has lost its sights an' the cylinder don't revolve, he says, 'I suspind it an' proclaim martial law, he says.
To the right sat old Michael Grimes, the owner of three pawnbroker's shops, and Dan Hogan's nephew, who was up for the job in the Town Clerk's office. Farther in front sat Mr. Hendrick, the chief reporter of The Freeman's Journal, and poor O'Carroll, an old friend of Mr. Kernan's, who had been at one time a considerable commercial figure. Gradually, as he recognised familiar faces, Mr.
Hogan's plan, as the reader has already surmised, was to break into Joe's restaurant and seize whatever money he might be found to have on the premises. He recommended it earnestly, for two reasons. First, a share of the money would be welcome; and, secondly, he would be gratified to revenge himself upon the boy, whom he disliked because he had injured him. Jack Rafferty listened in silence.
"Why," he replied, now really anxious to make himself understood "from the disgraceful line of life he's bringin' her up to. You should take her in and provide for her." "When I do, Hycy," replied his mother, bridling, "it won't be a beggar's daughter nor a niece of Philip Hogan's sorrow bit."
The underfed, undersized boy did not look more than fourteen. "Yes, sir," said Tony. "I was sixteen last week." "Got anybody to defend you?" Tony looked at Simpkins inquiringly. He seemed a very kind gentleman. "Mr. Hogan's case, judge," answered Joey. "Please make the bail as low as you can."
Madden wheeled angrily, tramped across the bridge, then down the high side of the dock toward the ladder. From far below him came Hogan's voice, a concertina, and the sound of clacking feet. Apparently the Irishman had induced someone to dance a jig.
"He did, the scoundrel," replied his uncle, wincing a good deal; "but, as the matter was likely to turn up, he was only working out my purposes." "He is in a bad mess now, however," continued his nephew. "Why, is there worse to come?" "This same Nanny Peety, you must know, is a relative, it seems, to Bat Hogan's wife.
By this time the dock seemed as far away as the schooner, and was in reality probably farther. On the wall of the dock, they could see Hogan's microscopic figure apparently having a fit, against the coppery sky. No doubt from his height he could make out the monsters.
Hogan's estimate of the loyalty of the sixth judicial district of Mississippi. A candidate relying for success upon nothing but his identification with the rebellion might be considered as an extreme case. But, in fact, Mr. Hogan only speaks out bluntly what other candidates wrap up in lengthy qualifications. It is needless to accumulate specimens.
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