Jealousy, John
Sibley, me boy, is a cruil thing."
"Why is it you ain't jealous of him? There's plenty of women that watch
you go down-town--you got a name for it, anyway," remarked Sibley
maliciously.
Deely nodded sagely. "Watch me now, that's right, me boy. I got a name
for it, but I want the game without the name, and that's why I ain't
puttin' on anny airs--none at all. I depend on me tongue, not on me
looks, which goes against me. I like Mr. J. G. Kerry. I've plenty
dealin's with him, naturally, both of us being in the horse business,
and I say he's right as a minted dollar as he goes now. Also, and
behold, I'd take my oath he never done annything to blush for. His
touble's been a woman--wayward woman what stoops to folly! I give up
tryin' to pump him just as soon as I made up my mind it was a woman.
That shuts a man's mouth like a poor-box.
"Next week's fixed for the Logan killin' case, is it?"
"Monday comin', for sure. I wouldn't like to be in Mr. Kerry's shoes.
Watch me now, if he gives the, evidence they say he can give--the
prasecution say it--that M'Mahon Gang behind Logan 'll get him sure as
guns, one way or another."
"Some one ought to give Mr. Kerry the tip to get out and not give
evidence," remarked Sibley sagely. Deely shook his head vigorously.
"Begobs, he's had the tip all right, but he's not goin'. He's got as
much fear as a canary has whiskers.
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