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"Get married yourself," suggested Mr. Taylor. "Me! I ain't near reached the marriageable age. No, seh! But Uncle Hughey has got there at last, yu' know." "Uncle Hughey!" shouted Mr. Taylor. He had not heard this. Rumor is very capricious. Therefore the Virginian told him, and the family man rocked in his saddle. "Build your schoolhouse," said the Virginian.
"I hear," Redfield said sullenly, with the consent which Braile read in his words. "But if there's any more such goings on as we've had here to-night, I won't answer for the rest of his scalp." He hurried forward from the elderly couple and overtook the Gillespies walking rapidly. Hughey Blake had just fallen away from them and stood disconsolately looking after them.
Dylks demanded, temporizing on her ground. "Why can't you let Jane alone?" He gave his equine snort, as if the sense of his power could best vent itself so. "Why can't she let me alone? That girl bothers me worse than all the other women in Leatherwood put together. She won't let me let her alone." "She was all right before you came. Why can't you let her go back to Hughey Blake?" "Hughey Blake?
To see his eye thus fixing me and his thumb still hooked in his cartridge-belt, certain tales of travellers from these parts forced themselves disquietingly into my recollection. Now that Uncle Hughey was gone, was I to take his place and be, for instance, invited to dance on the platform to the music of shots nicely aimed? "I reckon I am looking for you, seh," the tall man now observed.
"I thought, a spell back," the woman took up the subject again after a decent interval "that you and Hughey Blake was goin' to make a match." The girl said nothing, and her aunt pursued, "Was he there, last night?" "I didn't notice." "Many folks?" her aunt asked with whatever change or fulfilment of a first intent.
The grasshoppers still hissed; at moments the crickets within and without the cabin creaked plaintively. "I just come," Hughey said, "to see if you thought she wouldn't go to the Temple with me, to-night. The Flock lets us have our turn reg'lar now, and we're goin' to have Thursday evenin' meetin' like we used to."
Hughey Blake, long-haired, barefooted and freckled, hung about the door of Nancy's cabin, where she sat with her little girl playing in the weedy turf at her foot. The late October weather was sometimes hot at noon, but the evenings were cool and the evening air was sweet with the scent of the ripened corn, and the faint odor of the fallen leaves.
But so fiercely contested had been the battle that none of our dead had been scalped except Hughey and two or three men who fell at the first fire. By all that we had learned of Indian nature they should now, after six hours of continuous fighting, be eager to withdraw. They had fought the most bitterly contested battle ever participated in by their race.
He answered slowly, "Then you have taken it correct, seh." A slight chill passed over my easiness, but I went cheerily on with a further inquiry. "Find many oddities out here like Uncle Hughey?" "Yes, seh, there is a right smart of oddities around. They come in on every train." At this point I dropped my method of easiness.
It's because you're so set on Hughey Blake. Hughey Blake!" she ended scornfully, and went back into the cabin. Nancy rose from her place with a sigh. "Oh, I 'spose you're right about my lettin' Joey go. I don't know why I let him." The meetings of the Little Flock had continued ever since the reappearance of Dylks, and in the earlier spirit.
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