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Raine, William MacLeod, 1871-1954

"Bucky O'Connor"


The other's mouth fell open with astonishment He stared at the
slim, dusky young Spaniard for an instant before he fell upon him
and began to pound his body with jovial fists.
"You would, would you, you old pie-eating fraud! Try to fool your
Uncle Mick and make him think you a greaser, would you? I'll
learn yez to play horse with a fullgrown, able-bodied white man."
He punctuated his points with short-arm jolts that Bucky
laughingly parried.
"Before ladies, Mick! Haven't you forgot your manners, Red-haid?"
Swiftly Mr. O'Halloran came to flushed rigidity. "Madam, I must
still be apologizing. The surprise of meeting me friend went to
me head, I shouldn't wonder."
Bucky doubled up with apparent mirth. "Get into the other room,
Curly, and get your other togs on," he ordered. "Can't you see
that Mick is going to fall in love with you if he sees you a
minute longer, you young rascal? Hike!"
"Don't you talk that way to a lady, Bucky," warned O'Halloran,
again blushing vividly, after she had disappeared into the next
room. "And I want to let yez have it right off the bat that if
you've been leading that little Mexican senorita into trouble
you've got a quarrel on with Mike O'Halloran.


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