Then the mucker, unseen by
the officer, approached the girl. In his heart were rage and
hatred, and as the girl turned at the sound of his step behind
her she saw them mirrored in his dark, scowling face.
CHAPTER VIII
THE WRECK OF THE "HALFMOON"
INSTANTLY Barbara Harding looked into the face of the
mucker she read her danger. Why the man should hate her so
she could not guess; but that he did was evidenced by the
malevolent expression of his surly countenance. For a moment
he stood glaring at her, and then he spoke.
"I'm wise to wot youse an' dat guy was chinnin' about," he
growled, "an' I'm right here to tell youse dat you don't wanta
try an' put nothin' over on me, see? Youse ain't a-goin' to
double-cross Billy Byrne. I gotta good notion to han' youse
wot's comin' to you. If it hadn't been fer youse I wouldn't
have been here now on dis Gawd-forsaken wreck. Youse is de
cause of all de trouble. Wot youse ought to get is croaked an'
den dere wouldn't be nothin' to bother any of us. You an' yer
bunch of kale, dey give me a swift pain. Fer half a cent I'd
soak youse a wallop to de solar plexus dat would put youse
to sleep fer de long count, you--you--" but here words failed
Billy.
To his surprise the girl showed not the slightest indication
of fear.
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