The Little Nugget

was written from the s.y. Me

g me if I have any news, and it is very tiresome to have to keep telling her that I have not heard from you. Surely, with t

he day; and after dinner that night, in order to meditate upon it in sol

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

ng. I turned sharply, and began to walk back o

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

e man, whoever he might be, to run, but he

y on the road before raising it in readiness for any sudden

to wound rather

d reproachfully in a cautious, husky unde

had heard the voice befor

wing me for?' I dem

under de lamp-post back dere, an' I seen it was you,

ourhood of Sanstead who hailed from the Bowery, this must be the man I had

idea what you mean,' I

ecame repro

What was youse rubberin' around de house f

ran into me last

as a tree. I came n

You seemed in

e man simply, a

's a great kid, dat Nugget. I fought it was a Black Hand soup explosion when he

wish it. What do

seemed to be a man who could express the whole gam

remember seeing you before. Weren't you at the "Feather

Dat w

an by saying th

yer kidd

me, a reluctantly admi

you think I am?'

, sport. Smooth Sam Fisher, is

eak. Verily, some have gr

le Nugget's on dis side at all. Dey sneaked him out of New York mighty slick. And I heard that you had come here after him. So when I runs into a guy dat's trailin' de kid down here, well, who's it

MacGinnis?' I said. I felt convinced that

no need to keep up

ame trail, so let'

se you to hear that my name is Burns,

torated

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

became a

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

nothing, h

bote wit de same chance, I wouldn't say; but you bein' a dude perfessor and gettin' right into de

'You had better ask th

made for the school

after me,

us a quar

lked

on't be

ke int

t its pleading tone

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

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

rived to force its way into what he probably called his brain. He had decided on the evidence that I was Smooth Sam Fisher, and no

the form in which he cry

youse ain't trail

mark when the moment arrives for the prudent lie. Quite against my will, I hesita

. And then with a sudd

you wait! We'll fix y

'ink youse kin put i

ll get your

hat, while I had frequently had occasion, since my expedition to Sanstead began, to describe affairs as complex, their complexity had now reached its height. With a watchfu

ft action had be