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3 XVI. Scratch One on Bulgaroo 251 XVII. Bayard Ducks His Past 267 XVIII. Trailing Dudley Through a Trance 285 XIX. A Little While with Alvin 304 ILLUSTRATIONS "It might give us some clew," says I, "as to what him and your paw has a run-in about" Frontispiece FACING PAGE "I wouldn't have anything happen to you for the world," says I 8 "Now see hea-uh, Mistuh Constable," says he, "I wouldn't go for to do anything like that" 60 "Say, I'm a bear for Paris" 97 "Now, friends," he calls, "everybody in on the chorus" 124 "What's the idea," says Mabel, "wishin' this Rube stuff on us?" 157 He sidles up to the desk and proceeds to make some throaty noises 199 Blamed if Dudley don't have the nerve to tow Veronica into the next room, stretchin' on tiptoe to talk in her ear 298 SHORTY McCABE ON THE JOB CHAPTER I WISHING A NEW ONE ON SHORTY Do things just happen, like peculiar changes in the weather, or is there a general scheme on file somewhere? Is it a free-for-all we're mixed up in--with our Harry Thaws and our Helen Kellers; our white slavers, our white hopes, and our white plague campaigns; our trunk murders, and our fire heroes? Or are we runnin' on schedule and headed somewhere? I ain't givin' you the answer. I'm just slippin' you the proposition, with the side remark that now and then, when the jumble seems worse than ever, you can get a glimpse of what might be a clew, or might not. Anyway, here I was, busy as a little bee, blockin' right hooks and body jabs that was bein' shot at me by a husky young uptown minister who's a headliner at his job, I understand, but who's developin' a good, useful punch on the side. I was just landin' a cross wallop to the ribs, by way of keepin' him from bein' too ambitious with his left, when out of the tail of my eye I notices Swifty Joe edgin' in with a card in his paw. "Time out!" says I, steppin' back and droppin' my guard. "Well, Swifty, what's the scandal?" "Gent waitin' to see you," says he. "Let him wait, then," says I. "Ah-r-r-r, but he's a reg'lar gent!" protest
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