brandishing his shillalah and shouting at the top of his voice

"Murphy, what are you doing here, making a fool of yourself at this hour? Don't you know you're due at the gravel pit in less than two hours? That fill -in commences to-day--no matter what's happened."   But Murphy was already far up the grade, brandishing his shillalah and shouting at the top of his voice:   "'Uggins! 'Uggins! I'm coming." Chapter 31 Blue Pete Returns  Inspector Barker drummed on his desk.   "Bert, of the 3-bar-Y, has turned up, Priest tells me."   Sergeant Mahon managed to stifle outward evidence of the thrill that sent his blood tingling. He did not reply. "Don't mangle your brains over it, Boy. You've been in the Police long enough to add two and two."   Still no reply.   "While you're digesting it, bite on this: Most of the horses Dutch Henry and Bilsy stole last fall are back in their owners' hands."   Mahon began to laugh happily. "I'll stake my life that every one Blue Pete stole--every one that's alive, anyway--is among them."   "You're coming along, Boy . . . but just a bit too fast. Try and take this standing: Blue Pete never stole a horse after he left the Police!"