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Dirk spat angrily at a dead sage bush. "They shore as hell wouldn't talk the kinda talk you've been talkie' unless they was a born fool or else huntin' trouble," he retorted venomously. "The doctor said I'd be that way if I lived," Bud grinned, amiably, although his face had flushed at Dirk's tone. "He said it wouldn't hurt me for work." "Yeah and what kinda work?"
I didn't notice his antics the first day or so, but after that he sort of got on my nerves specially after the weather quit actin' up and it come off warmer. Then folks got thicker on the rear deck. Mrs. Mumford with her crochet, Auntie with her correspondence pad, the Professor with his books, and so on, which was why me and Vee took to huntin' for little nooks where we could have private chats.
"It iss little troubled you wass, what came over us," remarked old Duncan angrily, on entering his house, and finding his younger son engaged with a pipe beside the kitchen fire. "An' how could I know where you wass; efter I had been huntin' for nothin' for two days?" retorted his son. "Wass I to think you would be stoppin' in the lame camp till you died?
You see they are relations of ourn and have been for some time, entirely unbeknown to us, and they'd come more'n a year ago a huntin' of us up. They said they "thought relations ought to be hunted up and hanged together." They said "the idea of huntin' us up had come to 'em after readin' my books." They told me so, and I said, "Wall!"
The chink leaves my breakfast for me Sundays; but I knew I couldn't eat till I'd had one. So I so I " It was as though some recollection fairly choked off his voice. I finished for him. "So you went in there " I pointed at the study door, "and found the body." "Naw! How the hell could I? I told you locked. I crawled up on the roof, though; huntin' a way in, and I looked through the skylight.
"I ain't been in any particular hurry," her cousin answered. "Been huntin' some down in the woods," he added, nodding westward. He sat on the doorsill and picked up a twig to chew. "I've been wanting to talk to you about that matter I told you of the morning after the fire." The mason nodded quickly. "I don't know yet what should be done about the property," she went on directly.
"I'll bet he's huntin' a warm corner somewheres, right now." "No, he ain't, by cripes!" Big Medicine corrected him. "That there Come-Paddy cat of yourn has got worse troubles than snow! Dog's got him treed up the windmill. I seen " Applehead did not wait to hear what Big Medicine had seen.
"Oh, yes; Bill Johnson over in Hell's Hip Pocket makes a business of huntin' 'em. Twenty dollars bounty, you know." "Oh, oh!" cried Kitty. "Will he take me with him? Tell me all about it!" Jefferson Creede moved over toward the door with a far-away look in his eyes. "That's all," he said indifferently. "He runs 'em with hounds. Well, I'll have to bid you good-night."
"My certy! but 'twas pretty to see yon merle, though!" he murmured, having restored the kettle to sanity. "Fine it minded me, ma'am, o' the time when I was a boy, huntin' like a nickum for the nests o' mavis an' merle blackbird an' thrush when I'd rise 'wi' lark an' light! Fegs!"
"But it will be toler'ble fur away fur me ter go prowlin' in the woods, a- huntin' fur gold, an' our fodder jes' a-sufferin' ter be pulled. Ef the spot air fur off, I can't come an' I won't, not fur haffen the make." "'T ain't fur off at all scant haffen mile," replied unwary Birt, anxious to convince. "It air jes' yander nigh that thar salt lick down the ravine.
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