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The man uttered an exclamation in French, which ended in a wheeze as Bulger's strong fingers clutched his windpipe. But the next moment an unlooked-for diversion occurred. Desmond and his companion had perforce to release their prisoners and turn to defend themselves.
Bulger's appearance was inconsistent with them, that was only an additional reason why we should substitute a mild firmness for that violence which we all deprecated, but which might attend his abrupt dismissal. We were all satisfied except Mosby, who had not yet recovered from Briggs's change of front, which he was pleased to call "craw-fishing."
The rest of the camp, now thoroughly aroused, made a point of leaving their work in the ditches, whenever they could, to stroll carelessly around Bulger's tenement in the vague hope of satisfying a curiosity that had become tormenting.
And then dern my skin! but a man's voice joined in jest belching outer that cabin! and I sorter lifted myself up and kem away. "That voice, gentlemen," said Mosby, lingering artistically as he took up a glass and professionally eyed it before wiping it with his towel, "that voice, cumf'bly fixed thar in thet cabin among them wimen folks, was Bulger's!"
Then the brazen sun looked down upon a Homeric struggle. Bulger, brawny warrior of the iron hook, swung his musket like a flail, every now and again shooting forth his more sinister weapon with terrible effect. Desmond, slim and athletic, dashed in upon the enemy with his half pike as they recoiled before Bulger's whirling musket.
"But I think Captain Barker might object to that. You'd be of more use on deck, in spite of " He paused, but his glance at the iron hook had not escaped Bulger's observant eye. "Spite of the curlin' tongs, you'd say. Bless you, spit it out; I en't tender in my feelin's."
"What make is it?" he inquired, preparing to look enlightened when told the name of the vehicle in which they rode. "Oh, I mean the Movement the movement!" "Oh, yes," he faltered. "Greatly interested!" He remembered the badge on her jacket, and Bulger's warning about Grandma, the Demon. "Granny and I marched in the parade this year, clear down to Washington Square.
His head struck on the road; dazed by the blow he loosened his clutch, and lay for a moment in semi-consciousness while the man sprang away. But he was not so far gone as not to hear a loud shout behind him and near at hand, followed by the tramp of feet. "Avast there!" The voice was familiar: surely it was Bulger's. "Fair play! Fourteen stone against seven en't odds. Show a leg, mateys."
He paused, and amidst a profound silence added, "They say that 'Bulger's' was scattered promiscuous-like all along the fort for five miles. I only know that one of his mules and a section of sluicing was picked up at Red Flat, eight miles away!" Mr. Hemmingway felt that there WAS an answer to this, but, being wise, also felt that it would be unavailing.
I heard him call Tully a slinking something or other; couldn't get the word, but Tully got it. Say, you better get busy regular old George W. Busy if you want to hold that job." "Job!" laughed Bean bitterly, and waved the expensive and lighted cigar in Bulger's face. "Job! Well, I may get busy, and then again I may not. All depends!"
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