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"And where's your wife living now?" Tresler asked, after another pause. "Can't rightly say." There was a nasty sharpness in the manner Arizona jerked his answer out. "Y' see, it's this a-ways. I guess I didn't amount to a deal as a married man. Leastways, that's how she got figgerin' after a whiles. Guess I'd sp'iled her life some. I 'lows I wus allus a mean cuss.
"That's so," he commented. "How about Spanish Gulch? Will it all be drowned out?" "No, I reckon not," replied Arthur. "They'll get wet down a lot, and have wet blankets to sleep in to-night, that's all. You see the gulch spraddles out down there, an' then too all this timber'll jam down this gulch a-ways. That'll back up th' water some, and so she won't come all of a rush."
"There's an old raft upstream a-ways," said the boy, "but I don't know how many it will kerry. They use it to pole corn over from Mr. Knoblock's farm to them big summer places in the hills up yender." "Is it sound?" demanded Anderson Crow. "Must be or they wouldn't use it," said Squires sarcastically. "Where is it, kid?" The boy led the way up the river bank, the whole company trailing behind.
Das de onliest laig it had, says she. "'What do yo' mean? Mars' Colby cry. 'Yo' tell me my goose ain' hab but one laig? "'Ya-as, suh. Das hit. On'y one laig, says dat scar't yaller gal, an' ter clinch it she added, 'All yo' geese dat a-ways, Mars' Colby. Dey all ain' got but one laig." "Oh!" squealed Dot. "Was it sure enough so, Uncle Rufus?" asked Tess, in awe. "Yo' wait! yo' wait, chillen!
"Well, Piney, son," Steering invaded the rush of his own thoughts ruthlessly, "I expect I ought to be toddling. Going to ride part of the way with me? I think we shall fall in with Uncle Bernique up-stream a mile or so." "Why, yes," assented Piney, rising; he made a keen calculation of the time by the sun, as he got to his feet; "I'll go a-ways with you.
The sweat was rolling from his face, his back and arms ached, and his hands, which he couldn't keep dry, were blistered. There were thirty-seven hogs in the hog-house. Dan sat down in the hole. "Maybe if I could git a drink of water, I could hold on a-ways," he said dejectedly. It was past noon when they got into the shed; a cloud of steam rose, and they heard grunts.
Wal, she up an' tells me how she'd like gittin' in to Whitewater next winter, an' talked o' dances an' sech. Say, she wus jest whoopin' wi' the pleasure o' the tho't of it. Guess likely she'd be mighty pleased to git a-ways. Wal, I don't jest know how it come, but I got yarnin' of a barbecue as was held down Arizona way. I was tellin' as how I wus ther', an' got winged nasty. It wa'n't much.
He's gittin' kind o' old, an' ain't as handy as he used to be. Say, he never told you 'bout that temperator feller, Tresler, did he?" Tresler shook his head, and paused in his work to relight his pipe. "It kind o' minds me to tell you sence we're talkin' o' Joe. It likely shows my meanin' when I sez he's that soft an' honest, an' yet crazy fer drink. You see, it wus this a-ways.
Sure, yes," he nodded emphatically, "I planted it that a-ways to kep it from the dirt. I 'member readin' the headin' o' that paper. Et wus 'bout some high-soundin' female in New Yo " "Confound it!" Tresler was more distressed for the little man than angry with him. He knew Jake would be furious, and cast about in his mind for excuses that might save him.
His large, clean-cut head, his gray, clipped beard, the long aquiline nose, and, overshadowing all, his staring, red eyes; even on Arizona he had a damping effect. "Well?" he questioned, as the men halted before him. Then, as no answer was forthcoming, he repeated his inquiry. "Well?" And Arizona stepped to the front. "Wal, boss, it's this a-ways," he began. "These rustlers, I guess "
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