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By the way," exclaimed Stanton, "what happened, Ike?" "A sudden and unexpected predisposition which takes me now and then," turning his back upon Shock and solemnly winking at The Kid; "but I recover just as quickly, and when I do I'm as slick as ever, and slicker. These here turns work off a lot of bad blood, I guess." During his speech he continued winking at The Kid.
He was a handsome, slender, dashing figure, and Marian's gleeful echo to his laughter claimed him as her own. Even Ike Brandon relaxed and grinned. If the little lady of his heart adopted the stranger, Ike would put aside his prejudice.
The fall that little Ike was in his eighth year, the threshers, as we called the men who journeyed from farm to farm to thresh the grain, came to the old Squire's as usual. While my cousin Halstead was helping to tend the machine, he got a bit of wheat beard in his right eye.
Look here, though; if you ain't ready I shall go without you. "All right, Ike!" I said. "What time do you start?" "Twelve o'clock sees me outside the yard gates, my lad. Five arter sees me down the road." "Do you know the way, Ike?" I said. "Do I know the way!" cried Ike, taking his spade close up to the blade and scraping and looking at it as if addressing it.
He did the chores at the Hammond tavern. His freckled face was dripping with perspiration and he puffed and blew like a stranded whale. "What's the matter, Ike?" demanded Keziah. "What is it?" "Have ye have ye," panted Ike, "have ye seen the doctor anywheres, Mis Coffin?" "Who? Dr. Parker? Have I seen what in the world are you comin' HERE after the doctor for?"
"They're just cheap bums," Jimmie insisted. "They couldn't kidnap a bird in a cage." The sun was up when the boys reached the camp, and Teddy was getting breakfast. The arrival of Jimmie was hailed with manifestations of joy, as may well be supposed. The boys clustered around him excitedly, and even Uncle Ike, from the corral, sent forth a he-haw greeting.
"Here, Uncle Ike, let me give you a nice piece of paper, twisted up beautifully, to light your pipe," said the red-headed boy, as Uncle Ike, with his long clay pipe, filled with ill-smelling tobacco, was feeling in his vest pocket for a match.
Slip the beastis in on the sly. Pearce Tallam don't feed an' tend ter his critters nohow. I hev hearn ez his boys do that job, so he ain't like ter find it out. On the sly that's the trade." Ike hesitated. Once more the man teetered on one foot, and held out the coin temptingly. But Ike's better instincts came to his aid. "That barn b'longs ter Pearce Tallam.
Jack was the last to ride forth. As he was passing the gate that closed the corral he heard some one call to the man who had just saddled the steeds: "Who'd you give the black horse to, Ike?" "None of your business," was the reply. "I'm running this game." "Ike," thought Jack. "I wonder where I heard that name before." Then the memory of the conversation under his window came to him.
She was for years my Aunt Lucy's hired girl, Angeline Peters, who married Isaac Brown, the hired man, and became plain Mrs. Ike Brown, until some lucky speculation turned the tide and gave them immense wealth, when she blossomed out into a fine lady, and, dropping the Ike, adopted her husband's middle name, Rossiter, with a hyphen to heighten the effect, and so became Mrs. Rossiter-Browne."
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