The Little Nugget

It was written from the s.y. _M

She keeps asking me ifI have any news, and it is very tiresome to have to keep tellingher that I have not hea

ng on you.--In

the day; and after dinner that night, in order to meditateupon it in sol

dark, and the wind moving in thetree-tops emphasized the loneliness of the country road. Both timea

hing. I turnedsharply, and began to walk back

pout of the darkness, and the exclamation which greeted me, as I

the man, whoever he mightbe, to run, but h

o rasp suggestively onthe road before raisin

that he should

to wound rather

aid reproachfully in acautious, husky und

I had heard the voice befor

owing me for?' I dem

slant at youse under delamp-post back dere

ise to your

bourhood of Sanstead who hailed from the Bowery, thismust be the man I had

t idea what you mean,' I

became repro

'! What was youserubberin' around de house

ran into me last

was a tree. I came n

t. You seemed i

he man simply, a

t's a great kid, dat Nugget. I fought it was aBlack Hand soup explosion when he

u wish it. What do

e seemed to be aman who could express the whole ga

I rememberseeing you before. Weren't you at the "Feathe

. Dat w

ean by saying th

t yer kidd

to me, a reluctantly ad

you think I am?'

me, sport. Smooth Sam Fisher,

speak. Verily, some have

out. To begin with, thereain't but you and your bunch and me and my bunch dat knows deLittle Nugget's on d

it ain't youse? And when dat guy talkslike a dude, like they all say you do, well, who's

k MacGinnis?' I said. Ifelt convinced that

s no need to keep up

same trail, so le

rise you to hear that my nameis Burns,

ctorated

heard youse had been one of dese rah-rah boys oncest. Say,it's mighty

ce became

need for us to fall scrappin' overit. Dere's plenty for all of us. Old man Ford'll cough up enoughfor every one, and dere won't be any fuss. Let's sit in

nothing, h

m, to take advantage o

wouldn't say; but you bein' a dude perfessor and gettin' righ

all. Fifty-fift

d. 'You had better ask

d made for the school

ed after m

e us a quar

walk

don't be

oke int

st its pleading tone

u big cheese! You t'ink youse is de only t'ing in sight,huh? Well, we a

. 'Itell you I am not Sam Fisher. Can't you understand that y

tureto receive ideas, but slower to rid himself of one that hadc

no denials on my part were going to shake his belief. He looked on

as the form in which he c

y youse ain't trail

he mark when the moment arrives for the prudentlie. Quite against my will, I hesi

udden return to ferocity,'All right, you Sa

kin put it across us, huh? Allr

'Hawg!' and he was gone,leaving me with a settled conviction that, while I had frequentlyhad occasion, since

ofrivals without, Sanstead House seemed likely to become anunr

wift action had

the house next morning for abefore-breakfast stroll. The sight of him filled me with a desirefor first-hand information on the subject of the man Mr MacGinnissuppo

t of the butler. From what I came to know of himlater, I think he took a

e a skin, and he began to talk as himself, a racy andvigorous self vastly di

o you know anything o

the question, led up to by no

Ginnis--he was ourvisitor that night, by the

Buc

her of

uck, but I know all about

uld imagine

s to Buck's whole body. Sam could make Bucklook like the last run of shad, if it came

hear you speak so well of him,beca

w's t

t I am Smooth Sam Fisher. Not

y bright humorous brown ey

about that?' he exclaime

the Little Nugget to myself, and left threatening to "fixme". What wo

ll chuckling qu

erved. 'Can you beat it?

never seen Smoot

ord,

he look

ot a

k he's over he

I know

k MacGinnis

ugget to get him this time. He's tried often enough before,but we've b

im? Buck MacGinnis seems tobe monopolizin

n take itfrom me that Sam knows what he is doing. Sam's a

o me Buck MacGinnis seemsa pretty importan

d to leave the subject of

now. That gives him a pull. H

points on which Buck

ot fair to use my

lau

n of how to behave when he wantsto do a job. And that's why there's only one man to keep your eyeon

m as a personal friend. I

' said White

se as the sound of the bell

t on Sam's arrival, sooner or

t thing

l have a b

n the da

in that way. But I do wish I knew

cended to give his min

you with a sand-bag,' hesaid carelessly.

h?' I said. 'It

it. I know. I

mforter he had failed toqualify. He had