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But his derby is busted in on one side, one end of his wing collar has been carried away and is ridin' up towards his left ear, his coat is all dusty, and his face is flushed up like a new fire truck. "For the love of soup!" says I, gaspy. "Must have been some party?" Ernie, he braces himself by grippin' a chair-back and makes a stab at recoverin' his usual stiff-neck pose.
And then what do you think he saw? why, that thar hoss! with two bullet holes in his neck, lyin' beside him, but still grippin' his coat collar and neck-handkercher in his teeth! Yes, sir! the rough that attacked Colonel Starbottle, the villain that took me behind when I was leanin' agin that cursed fence, was that same God-forsaken, hell-invented pinto hoss!"
"It's too howlin', too festive, too rough; thar's too much yellin' and shootin' goin' day and night. Thar's too many card sharps and gay gamboliers cavortin' about the town to please me. Too much permiskus soakin' at the bar and free jimjams. What I want is a quiet place what a man kin give his mind and elbow a rest from betwixt grippin' his shootin' irons and crookin' in his whisky.
"God help them as helps others this Christmas night! But it's not for such as you to talk of the Five Points, Janet," rousing himself. "What frabbit me to talk of Nelly the night? Someways she's been beside me all day, as if she was grippin' me by the sleeve, beggin', dumb-like." The moody frown deepened. "The baby! See, Adam, it'll waken! Quick, man!"
But when thar' come a half lull so't we could see, and we looked out and seen him risin' on the wave, grippin' that other one, in spite o' hope I scurse believed my eyes, and what a shout they sent up from that boat! "Ay, thar' they was, for sure, but God, how fur away! Not much for common weather, but then they looked as fur to me as 'arth from heaven.
Within five paces of me there was a great fish, as long pretty nigh as the spar that I was grippin'. It's a mighty pleasant thing to have your legs in the water and a beast like that all ready for a nibble at your toes." "Mon Dieu!" cried the French soldier. "And he have not eat you?" Ephraim Savage's little eyes twinkled at the reminiscence. "I ate him," said he. "What!" cried Amos.
"How much?" he demands. "A hundred," says I. "Bah!" says he. "Why, that wouldn't See here; you go back and tell Bob I need a lot more than that a couple of thousand, anyway." I shakes my head. "I guess a hundred is about the limit," says I. "But great Scott!" says Adams, grippin' his hands desperate. "I've simply got to " Then he breaks off and stares again towards the door.
But the sheriff was not so easily deceived. "What's this yer grippin' in yer hand, Jeff? A rock big enough to knock a man silly. Thought tuh drap in down on the head o' this hyah youngster, didn't yuh? Easy way tuh git the upper hand o' him, yuh spected. Shucks! Don't yuh open that mouth o' yourn tuh say another word.
They had strolled along the edge of the foss, and a pit yawned upon the right of them. "That pit was fourteen foot deep," said the farmer. "What d'ye think we dug oot from the bottom o't? Weel, it was just the skeleton of a man wi' a spear by his side. I'm thinkin' he was grippin' it when he died. Now, how cam' a man wi' a spear doon a hole fourteen foot deep?
Then he looked up at the stars and yawned, and with his mouth still open, went casually on: "I seed Arch Hawn in town this mornin'. He says folks is a-hand- grippin' down thar in the mountains right an' left. Thar's a truce on betwixt the Hawns an' Honeycutts an' they're gittin' ready fer the election together." The lad did not turn his head nor did his lips open.
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