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He replied in a high-keyed Irish intonation, at the moment rather feeble in volume. "C'u'd ye give a man a bite to eat fer some worrk, now?" he asked. I was relieved. If he had demanded my purse I should not have been surprised. I nodded eagerly. "Yes, indeed. We need some wood. If you'll cut a little, I'll see that you have some breakfast.
"The dear, generous fellow!" he thought to himself; "how could he ever bring himself to do it? for it is a denial, because Ned is so fond of a horse! And he claimed, all the time, that he never could help at all!" Ben came stumping along the deck with his gruff, "Well, we hev brought yer lumber an' yer carpenter, lad, both on 'em the best I c'u'd find.
But we never c'u'd exactly agree as to what we was goin' to make of him; Lizzie havin' her heart sot on his bein' a preacher like his gran'pa Baker, and I wantin' him to be a lawyer 'nd git rich out'n the corporations, like his uncle Wilson Barlow.
'Major, said he, 'I done did all I c'u'd, an' dere ain't no way 'cept breakin' down de do'. Las' time I done dat, Mis' Slocomb neber forgib me fer a week. "The judge jumped up. 'Major, I won't have you breakin' yo' locks and annoyin' Mrs. Slocomb. "'Yo' Honor, I said, 'please take yo' seat. I'm d d if you shan't taste that wine, if I have to blow out the cellar walls.
He didn't hustle around much, but he had a kind er pleasin' way uv dishin' things up. He c'u'd be mighty comical when he sot out to be, but his best holt was serious pieces. Nobody could beat Bill writing obituaries. When old Mose Holbrook wuz dyin' the minister sez to him: "Mr. Holbrook, you seem to be sorry that you're passin' away to a better land?"
Hagar got up off the bench where she was sitting, and came slowly forward, saying, brokenly, "Bress de Lord, bress de Lord! dat's all Hagar ken say. Oh, chile, ef ye knew how dis ole heart felt ter hear ye say dem words! ef ye only c'u'd know! But ye nebber will till dis ole woman gits such a tongue as de Lord'll gib her when she gets ter heaben. Den Hagar ken tell ye!"
He forgot his customary caution in his surprise. "Well, you did just hit it, shore enough. I believe ye're half-gipsy instid o' half-Injun. Jus' like yer knowin' I stood pat on four uv a kind when you had aces full, and throwin' down yer cyards 'fore I c'u'd git even with yuh. How do yuh do it, Buck?" McKee gave a smile of cunning, inscrutable superiority. "Oh, it's jes' a power I has.
"They always have the negative side of the question," I said. "Don't believe they 'd ever chase a man if he 'd let 'em alone." "Yis, siree, they would," was D'ri's answer. "I 've hed 'em come right efter me 'fore ever I c'u'd lift a gun. Ye see, they're jest es cur'us 'bout a man es a man is 'bout them. Ef they can't smell 'im, they 're terrible cur'us.
The voice seemed to come from his stomach, it was so hollow. "Did you see her, Mr. McGaw?" asked the Scotchman in a positive tone. "How c'u'd I be a-seein' her whin I been in New Yorruk 'mos' all day? D' ye think I'm runnin' roun' to ivery stable in the place? I wuz a-comin' 'cross lots whin I heared it. They says the horse had blin' staggers."
Jeb paused a moment, but shook his head. "They'll hev ter risk jumpin' int' th' cut," said he. "No mortal man c'u'd git to 'em through them woods naow." The boy fell back, sick at heart as he thought of those two on the lonely hill surrounded by flame and with a leap from the precipice as their only alternative. It was simply a choice between two forms of awful death.
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