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Nail after nail was being driven with confidence and dispatch. "For the land's sake!" gasped Aunt 'Mira, looking up from the stove, a strip of pork hanging from her up-raised fork. Uncle Jason took his pipe from his lips and screwed his neck around so as to look in at the door. "What d'you reckon that gal's up to?" he demanded. Marty came back from the Dickerson's at almost a lope.
And since I got a look at myself back there when the wife was hurt " Sam Dickerson's voice broke and he turned away for a moment so that his visitor should not see his face. "Well!" he continued. "You've got Pete right this time no doubt of that. I dunno what makes him such a mean whelp. I'll lambaste him good for this, now I tell you. But the stacks " "Make him pay for them out of his own money.
"But that pump ain't 'goin'," declared Mrs. Day. "An' no knowin' when 'twill be goin'. We have ter lug all our water from Dickerson's." "Oh, gimme the bucket!" snapped Uncle Jason, putting his great, hairy hand inside the door and snatching the water-pail from the shelf. "Wimmen-folks is allus a-clatterin about suthin'!" Janice had never imagined people just like these relatives of hers.
And after a little Hiram traced the line of old postholes which had followed a straight line on the west side of the water-hole. In other words, this water-privilege for Dickerson's land was of recent arrangement so recent indeed, that the young farmer believed he could see some fresh-turned earth about the newly-set posts.
Atterson's timber in danger, but Darrell's tract and that lying beyond would be overwhelmed by the flames if they were allowed to spread. On the other side, Dickerson had cut his timber a year or two before, clear to the river. The fire would not burn far over his line. Whoever had done this dastardly act, Dickerson's property would not be damaged. But Hiram lent no time to trouble.
And when Hiram would not come to take Pete Dickerson's place, the very much indulged girl had showed the young farmer that she was offended. However, the afternoon at Langdon's Grove passed very pleasantly, and Hiram and his party did not arrive at the farm again until dusk had fallen.
She enclosed Dickerson's, and while she did not spare him, she took the whole blame upon herself, for she said she might have known that if she suffered him to see that he amused her or pleased her at all, he was impudent enough to think that he could make her like him again. "And mother," she wrote, "you know I never really liked him, and was only too glad to get rid of him; you know that much.
Sam Dickerson's face had turned exceedingly red, and then paled. But he spoke very quietly. "What are you going to do with him, Mr. Strong?" he asked. "It will be five years for him at least, if you take it to court and maybe longer." "I don't believe, Mr. Dickerson, that you have upheld Pete in all the mean tricks he has played on me." "Indeed I haven't!
The woman shrank back and almost dropped the kettle she had filled to the pump-bench. Her eyes glared. Somewhere in the house a baby squatted; then a door banged and Hiram heard Dickerson's heavy step descending the stair. "You have a coop of poults down there, Mrs. Dickerson," continued Hiram, confidently, "that I know belongs to us.
Dickerson, whose nature she now perceived to be that of the vulgarest batting. She did not answer the letter she first got, nor any of those which immediately followed, and this had the effect of checking Mr. Dickerson's ardor for so long a time that she began to think he would not trouble her again.
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