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Page 8 - I've been a doing it for two weeks now, and I can tell you it's hard work, for everybody wears gloves this kind of weather. But if you look long enough you'll find him. And when you think it's him, go up to him and hold out your hand in a friendly way, like a bunco-steerer, and shake his hand; and if you feel that his forefinger ain't real flesh, but just wadded cotton, then grip to it with your right and grab his throat with your left, and holler for help.
Page 17 - The sporting editor reached his hand out to pat Gallegher on the head, but changed his mind and shook hands with him instead. "My boy," he said, "you are an infant phenomenon. If I can pull the rest of this thing off to-night it will mean the $5,000 reward and fame galore for you and the paper. Now, I'm going to write a note to the managing editor, and you can take it around to him and tell him what you've done and what I am going to do, and he'll take you back on the paper and raise your salary....
Page 2 - He wore perpetually on his face a happy and knowing smile, as if you and the world in general were not impressing him as seriously as you thought you were, and his eyes, which were very black and very bright, snapped intelligently at you like those of a little blackand-tan terrier. All Gallegher knew had been learnt on the streets ; not a very good school in itself, but one that turns out very knowing scholars.
Page 40 - I want me father," the boy shrieked, hysterically. " They've 'rested father. Oh, daddy, daddy. They're a-goin' to take you to prison." "Who is your father, sonny?" asked one of the guardians of the gate. " Keppler's me father," sobbed Gallegher. " They're a-goin' to lock him up, and I'll never see him no more." " Oh, yes, you will," said the officer, goodnaturedly; "he's there in that first patrol wagon.
Page 57 - You hadn't ought to," he said, with a touch of his old impudence, '"cause — I beat the town.
Page 99 - Who took me?" he repeated, quietly, and without lifting his eyes from the baby's face. "Nobody took me," he said. "I gave myself up." One morning, three months later, when Raegen had stopped his ice-cart in front of my door, I asked him whether at any time he had ever regretted what he had done. " Well, sir," he said, with easy superiority, " seeing that I've shook the gang, and that the Society's decided her folks ain't fit to take care of her, we can't help thinking we are better off, see ? " But,...