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It wasn't Jake's, I knew that, because he always wore fisherman's boots. It was in the soft earth near the landing and I could see it plain. I guess maybe it was made by a good shoe, because it was pointed, but it was all worn out, that was one sure thing, because there was a place that was made by a stocking or a bare foot, where there wasn't any sole at all.
"I'll get aboard, and as soon as I get to town I'll do just as you say, Bessie. Good-bye." "Good-bye, Jake and good luck!" said Bessie warmly. "We're going to be good friends, now." "Well, I never!" gasped Dolly. She stared at Jake's retreating form, and then back to Bessie, as if she were paralyzed with astonishment. "Whatever does this mean, Bessie?
Not until they had thoroughly searched Benton's home would they believe Jake's contention that Evangelist Blank was not on the premises. Finally, when they were convinced that Benton could not or would not tell them where the preacher was they withdrew to a clump of woods a short distance from Benton's home and, the morning air being chilly, built a fire.
There now them covers'll be too heavy, I 'spect, but you kin throw 'em off if you don't want 'em. Jest keep that light. I'll git another downstairs. Good-night. Oh, yes! Jake's gone for th' doctor, you say? Started an hour an' a half ago? Guess 'e ain't there yet seven mile you know. Well, good-night!" Silas stumbled down the steep stairs. "Liza Ann, it's come! Pore little woman!"
Eli, believing in the first instant that Indian Jake had fallen as the result of the shot, was taken wholly by surprise. He stood dazed and dumb with the smoking rifle in his hand. He did not at once realize that the half-breed had him covered. His brain did not work as rapidly as Indian Jake's.
I'm cautious of them old maids. If you say a pleasant word to 'em they can't be shook off, and might have you up for breach of promise like with Tom Dunstan." "I suppose there is a danger, you being so fascinating," chuckled the butcher as I went inside, with a premonition that should it come to taking sides in the Clay household, if avoidable I would not be on Uncle Jake's.
"No, but I saw one in a shop, and I thought it might belong to some one of you girls. What sort did you lose?" Neither girl knew much about the lost bag, but Louise thought it might be a blue crochet. "Yes, that's it," said Bentley. "It has a tassel on it and it's blue. I'll get it for you next time I go over to Jake's," he offered. "Is it at Jake's?" exclaimed Kitty.
Wait till a good chance comes, and I will make him sorry enough," said Jake. "Little good he can do in this neighborhood, living like that." "But Jake, you are a member of the church, and you must be careful how you live," said Kate. "Oh, yes, I suppose so," said Jake laconically. But Jake's religion did not concern him very much. Everybody knew that.
"Jake's sure pushed with his craps," remarked one; "Raises mo' corn, 'n 'ary three men in Arkansaw," remarked another, and with this they all fired a volley of tobacco juice at a tumble bug rolling his ball in the dust near by.
His mouth went under, next his popping eyes, then his erect hair, and finally his clawing, clutching hand, and that was the end of him. Jake's fate was harder still, for he lived longer long enough to see Joel's finish.
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