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Groundhog wavered an instant. "I wuz offered $10 on the other side." Shorty was desperate. "I'll give you the whisky and $10." "Le' me see your money and taste your licker." "Here's the money," said Shorty, showing a bill. "I ain't goin' to trust you with the canteen, but I'll pour out this big spoon full, which'll be enough for you to taste."
Well, that there dose of tarford fever that the nester gal died of cost ol' Lazy Y jest a even thousan' bucks. An' Doc Godkins got it." The cowpuncher paused and the bartender picked up his glass. "Drink up," he said, "an' have another. I do'no what yer talkin' about but it's jest as bad to not have enough red licker in under yer belt when y' go to make a ride as 'tis to have too much."
A part of the ascent he made on hands and knees. Several times he would have fallen except for the girl's support. But, at last, they gained the top, and stood in the garden. "That there is the house," said Judy, pointing. "But I don't reckon as how you-all kin git ary licker there."
"Hullo, Tusk," he said. "Hullo, Tom." They stood for awhile in awkward silence. Finally Tusk got out his knife and began to whittle on the gate. Tom watched this, then reached into his own pocket and produced a twist of long-green tobacco from which he gnawed off a chew. "Got any licker 'bout you?" he asked. "A mite," Tusk answered, and by mutual consent they moved farther down the road.
He said he could let licker alone without having the skin all burned off his back. I told Pa to be brave and not weaken, and all would-be well.
Sa'nter up to the bar, call for licker, drink it; an' then you remark to the barkeep, casooal like, that you're thar to maintain that any outcast who'll sell sech whiskey ain't fit to drink with a nigger or eat with a dog. That's all; that barkeep'll relieve you of the load that's burdenin' your nerves in about thirty seconds. You'll be the happiest sport in Looeyville when he gets through."
"That's a licker!" he said. "This is a quiet sort of lane," was Hewitt's next remark. "No houses in sight. Where does it lead?" "That way it goes to the Old Kilns disused. This way down to a turning off the Padfield and Catton road." Hewitt returned to the cinder-path again, and once more examined the footmarks. He traced them back over the grass toward the house.
Burtenshaw shut the door arter 'im, and then she went in and 'ad a quiet sit-down all by 'erself to think it over. The only thing that comforted 'et was that Bill would be in licker, and also that 'e would believe anything in the ghost line.
"'My own father, whose name is the same as mine, bein' Willyum Greene Sterett, is the oldest of my grandfather's chil'en. He's a stern, quiet gent, an' all us young-ones is wont to step high an' softly whenever he's pesterin' 'round. He respects nobody except my grandfather, fears nothin' but gettin' out of licker.
And that grand old patriot, Andrew Jackson, wasn't he satisfied to take his licker or let it alone without being like a heathen in his blindness, bowing down to wood and stone carved into saloons and distilleries?" "It's said by virtuous Republicans that our party is only a tail to the liquor interests. If you're going back to the Sage of Monticello, how do you think he would answer that?"
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