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But Ortheris was quite calm, and, as soon as he had exchanged clothes with me, and I stood up a Private of the Line, he said shortly, "Now! Come on. What nex'? D'ye mean fair. What must I do to get out o' this 'ere a-Hell?" I told him that, if he would wait for two or three hours near the river, I would ride into the Station and come back with one hundred rupees.
By nex' mawnin' he got so he could sorter shuffle long, but he gun up cunjun, en ef dere wuz enny mo' witches in dat settlement dey kep' mighty close, en dat nigger he ain't skunt hisse'f no mo' not endurin' er my 'membunce."
I callate," pursued Peleg, "that's jess what's tew the bottom o' the trouble. It's all long o' the rich folks a sendin money out o' the kentry to git theirselves fine duds, an that's wy we don' git more'n tuppence a paound fer our mutton, an nex' ter nothin fer wheat, an don't have nothin to pay taxes with nor to settle with Squire Edwards, daown ter the store.
Cap'n Tom Cap'n Tom him that's been as dead all these years! Fetch him home when you find him fetch him home to me. He shall never want while I live. An', Jack, remember don't forget yo'se'f and hold up anybody. I'll expec' you to jine the church nex' Sunday." "I ain't been in a church for fifteen years," said the other. "High time you are going, then.
"Does you mean I couldn'? Why, ain' you 'shamed of yohse'f talkin' dat a-way to ole Zack! I could a-tol' you, spry's yoh please, but it warn't good fer li'l boys jes' den." "Then tell me now!" Bip challenged. "How ole is you, honey?" came the irrelevant question. "I'll be seven next time," he answered. "Seven nex' time!"
"The nex' line is clean over my head, though," he went on, after a moment of frowning concentration. Conniston got to his feet and went to where the reader sat, stooping to look over his shoulder. The book was "Macbeth." He picked up the two volumes upon the ground. They were old, much worn, much torn, their backs long ago lost in some second-hand book-store.
There have been enough of the Lyon family killed already, said Peter. "'Dat's so, Massa Peter. I not got dat in my kalkerlate, you see; but I tell you I is monstrous feered 'bout dese matters; deys is heaps of people gittin' killed, and most of dem is good peoples, so dey is. Can't tell who nex', massa; can't tell, sah! "'Well, Joseph, there will be no trouble about your staying.
For th' Lord's sake, don't give anything up to th' cops. They'll raise particular thunder in their sleep, an' we gets th' rough ha! ha! from our frien's, th' enemy. We pipes this little game ourself, an' we wins, too, if we succeed in keepin' th' police from gettin' nex' to anything they'd mistake for a clue." Phil thought long and hard before sitting down at noon to write to Dickey Savage.
Robert was quite a favorite with Aunt Linda, and they often had confidential chats together. "Bobby," she said, when he returned, "I thinks we ort ter hab a prayer-meetin' putty soon." "I am in for that. Where will you have it?" "Lem me see. Las' Sunday we had it in Gibson's woods; Sunday 'fore las', in de old cypress swamp; an' nex' Sunday we'el hab one in McCullough's woods.
"Neber mind, massa," said the sympathetic Ebony, "you'll hab better luck nex' time p'r'aps!" "Besides," added the guide, "there are plenty more where that came from, for we have got into a good region for insects." "Seems to me," said Hockins, "it's a good region for everything. Look at that now," he pointed to an object in front of him.
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