It Looked That Way
“Is Mike Clancy here?” asked the visitor at the quarry, just after the premature explosion.
“No, sor,” replied Costigan; “he’s gone.”
“For good?”
“Well, sor, he wint in that direction.”
“Is Mike Clancy here?” asked the visitor at the quarry, just after the premature explosion.
“No, sor,” replied Costigan; “he’s gone.”
“For good?”
“Well, sor, he wint in that direction.”