But his sullen face showed how little the words of the other had moved him.
McGinty clapped them both on the shoulders.

"Tut! These girls! These girls!" he cried.

"To think that the same petticoats should come between two of my boys! It's the devil's own luck! Well, it's the colleen inside of them that must settle the question; for it's outside the jurisdiction of a Bodymaster--and the Lord be praised for that! We have enough on us, without the women as well.

You'll have to be affiliated to Lodge 341, Brother McMurdo.

We have our own ways and methods, different from Chicago.