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Hogan's account, and 'the account given by Master Mathieson. Each of these persons had been stuck up by the gang, and had escaped most miraculously after displaying great daring in the face of a bloodthirsty fire.
"Then," said Joe, a little pale, "it must have been taken during the night." "Who would take it?" "Let us find Hogan," said Joe, with instinctive suspicion. "Who has seen Hogan?" Hogan's claim was in sight, but he was not at work. Neither was he taking breakfast. "I'll bet the skunk has grabbed the nugget and cleared out," exclaimed Bickford, in a tone of conviction.
There's none of us what we ought to be, Bryan. If you're called upon to pay this fine, what will, be the consequence?" "Why, that I'll have to give up my farm that I won't be left worth sixpence." "Who put the still up in Ahadarra?" she inquired. "Is it true that it was the Hogan's?"
"'Twill warm Pepper's blood, so it will!" was Emerald Hogan's comment. More snow had been scooped from the window-sill by Fred and Joe, and soon a battle-royal was in progress in the dormitory. But it came to an abrupt end when Dave Kearney appeared. "Stop it!" cried the young sergeant. "Crabtree is coming!" "All over!" whispered Jack. "All as orderly as lambs!"
"Ivry winter Hogan's la-ad gives a show with what he calls th' Sixth Wa-ard Shakspere an' Willum J. Bryan Club, an' I was sayjooced into goin' to wan las' night at Finucane's hall," said Mr. Dooley. "Th' girls was goin'," said Mr. Hennessy; "but th' sthovepipe come down on th' pianny, an' we had a minsthrel show iv our own. What was it about, I dinnaw?" "Well, sir," said Mr.
McLeod leaned back on his bench with a satisfied air. "She's doin' fine, the nicht," said he. "Ah'm thinkin', whiles, o' yer auld Seelverhorrns. Whaur is he noo? Awa' up on Hogan's Pond, gallantin' around i' the licht o' the mune wi' a lady moose, an' the gladness juist bubblin' in his hairt. Ye're no sorry that he's leevin' yet, are ye, Dud?"
Shades of Academus, am I to bear this!" Finigan was, like most of his class, a privileged man; but on this occasion the loudness of the mirth prevented Hogan's reply from being heard.
Death had mercifully prevented the accomplishment of his hellish purpose. Hogan's shot had mortally wounded the Indian in the left breast, but with all the vengeful nature of his race, he had crawled forward on his hands and knees, and while Hogan was intent on sending his precious message, he shot him through the head, but not until the warning had been given to Fort Scott.
"It will save you a lot o' time at Sandburst," the Sergeant replied promptly. "You'll be dismissed your drills early if you go up with a good groundin' before'and." "Hm! 'Don't mind learnin' my drill, but I'm not goin' to ass about the country with a toy Snider. Perowne, what are you goin' to do? Hogan's joinin'." "Don't know whether I've the time," said Perowne.
We'll have to be quick, though, and pull off the work before they leave in the Sylvia." "Where are Gerald Wynn and Bob Katz?" "Lopez says they're staying at Hogan's bungalow. I know where that is. Will you go?" Clancy hesitated. "You're afraid I'm working some underhand scheme, eh?" said Burton. "Well, forget it. All I want in this world is to break even with Wynn and Katz.
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