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"No," said Sandy, enjoying his grave little surprise, "only the trams of his mortar-barrow! And there's that noisy tinkler body, Tim Cleary, the Shire Irishman, in the lock-up for wanting to fight the Provost of Dumfries, and he'll get eight days for certain. But the Provost is paying the lodgings of his wife and family in the meantime. It will be a rest for them, poor things."
There's only one profession that can compete with them for feline amenities, and that is the actress profession." "Cleary," said Sam, "I let you talk this way for old acquaintance's sake, but I wouldn't take it from any one else." "Fiddlesticks! You know I'm right.
The boat from the yacht now hove to by this time, filled with excited and profane sailormen. The skipper of the "White Swan," revolver drawn, stood in its bow as it bumped against the stairway. Howard Van Cleft was unbound: dazed but happy he tried to talk. "What why who?" he mumbled. "Pat Cleary, from the Holland Detective Agency," was Shirley's response. "There, handcuff these men quick.
"Why, he has interfered with us all along as much as he could, just as if we didn't own the place." "That's just what I thought," said Cleary. "The copperheads at home say we treated him as an ally, but of course that's rubbish." "Of course," said Foster, "we never treated him as an ally.
It's a great time for them, but they'll have their pension days all the rest of their lives to remind them of it, four times a year." "Who are going to take part in the procession?" asked Cleary.
Come, let's have them burned at once," and he called up two or three soldiers, and in a few minutes the circulars formed a mass of glowing ashes in the courtyard. A Great Military Exploit One day while Sam was still waiting for Cleary to carry out his designs, his secretary told him that a sergeant wished to see him, and Sam directed him to show him into his office.
"Let's go up to that point there and take the moonlight view before we turn in," suggested Cleary. The others agreed, and they began to climb a path leading up to the right. It was much more of a climb than they had expected, and when they had become quite blown they sat down to recover their breath. "I think we'd better go back," said Colonel James. "We may lose our way, and it isn't safe here.
The spectacle that greeted him made the blood leap fast in his veins. "It's a hit!" he yelled in sheer delight. So it proved. Officer Cleary, still straining at the reserve periscope, beheld the same picture. The torpedo had shot across the bow of the destroyer and leaped forward to finally bury its steel nose in the great gray side of the cruiser.
"By the way, mind you don't lose the rubber coat, for, although I never wear an overcoat, this comes in well when it rains." "I'll never take me eyes off it. I bet ye niver bought that down on the Bowery from a Johnny-hand-me-down!" "And, Mike!" "Yes, sor?" "Will you please say to Mrs. Cleary that I may not be in to-night before eleven o'clock?" "Eleven!
"They say," said their chief at last, "that they believe you speak the truth. But how do we know that the old man was initiated too?" "He is an old man," said Cleary. "He had a picture like this in his pocket when he was young. We all carry them with us as long as they hold together. But they will wear out. You may see that this one is wearing out already." "That is true," assented the chief.
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