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"Ducks!" repeated the negro, grinning at the queerly dressed children in their round straw hats. "Name o' de Lawd! What do you all want wif ducks?" Lovey Mary explained. "Wouldn't a kitten do jes as well?" he asked kindly. "I want my ducky," whined Tommy, showing signs of returning storm. "I don' see no way 'cept'n' gwine to de mahket. Efen you tek de cah you kin ride plumb down dere."
"So dey gin me my discharge an' a Gov'ment pahs on de Mallory liner Clyde. W'en I gits to Key West, fust place I goes was to dat fish mahket w'ere my mammy done sent me three year an' six months befo'. I buy fifteen cents wuth o' fish an' go on home. "W'en I git dere, dey was jes' settin' down to dinner. 'Wait, Ah say, 'put on one mo' plate. "My mammy look at me lak she done see a ghost.
It's the so't of cattle we've got hyah as citizens that's handicappin' us; but in spite of this, suh, ouah unsuhpassed strategical position is winnin' fo' us. We ah just now on the eve of great developments, Barslow, great developments! All my holdin's ah withdrawn from mahket until fu'theh notice.
"Did you-all notice that distinguished and opulent-looking gentleman who got off the train this evening?" said he in a stage whisper. "Mahk my words, the coming of such men, his coming, is fraught with the deepest significance to us all. All my holdin's ah withdrawn from mahket until fu'the' developments!"
He took the crisis calmly. "Jes' wait," he said to a neighbour who had stopped at sight of the moving-out. "Wait till I get dat ere goal on de mahket. I'll bull' a mill dat'll drive dis yer mill out o' d' business. Den I'll done buy back dis yer ol' home." But the next day, when the unexpected happened, when builders began to tear down his house, the enormity of his deed dawned upon him.
The wood collapsed and the dazed land agent found himself sitting on the floor. "I'll get yuh for this, blast yuh!" gasped the major, his bloated face red with rage. "Yo're goin' to get yores, d'ye hear! I've got power here, and yore life ain't worth a cent!" "It's not in the mahket, eithah," the Texan drawled, as he strolled toward the door. At the threshold he paused.
Major Stover had attempted to draw an ugly-looking derringer. The Kid calmly took it away from him and threw it across the room. He shook the land agent until his teeth rattled like dice in a box. "Mrs. Thomas' ranch, sah," he said crisply, "is not in the mahket!" With that he hurled the major back into his chair. There was a crashing, rending sound as Stover's huge body struck it.
'Bout hahf way to de mahket, I meets a couple o' stewards f'm a U.S. navy cutter anchored off de navy yard. "Hol' on, dar, boy, 'dey sing out, 'wha you gwine so fas'? Grab dis here basket an' tote hit down to de dock.
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