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Pap was standing yarning to a crowd at the bar when all the shots were fired. And the story's on the word of folks who hate him to death. We can't locate a soul who saw any other gun pulled. I'd say Pap's got Satan licked a mile. "Say, John," he went on, after another pause, "it makes this thing look like a sink without any bottom for the dollars you reckon to hand out chasing it up.
Evidently, he was in charge of the cows, but when he saw the soldiers in their uniforms, a look of fear spread over his face. "I didn't do nothin', Mister Captain! Honest I didn't!" he yelled. "These is pap's cows, an' I'm drivin' 'em over to the man he sold 'em to. I didn't do nothin'." "Nobody said you did!" laughed Lieutenant Varley with a bow to Ruth and Alice in the carriage.
He whispered in her ear: "Courage, little mother!" Ringing the bell at the low front step of a two-story brick dwelling, Duff Salter was admitted by Mr. Knox Van de Lear, the proprietor, a tall, plain, commonplace man, who scarcely bore one feature of his venerable father. "Come in, Mr. Salter," bellowed Knox, "tea's just a-waitin' for you. Pap's here. You know Cal, certain!
No, I expect Jack Harpe would be worried some if he knowed we'd recognized him.... Aw, what are you scared of? Pap's dead, ain't he? How can Harpe hurt us? He never knowed how intimate we knowed Pap while he was stayin' at our house. He just thought Pap was a friend. He never knowed we got our share of the money. Nawsir, he can't hook us up with that killin' nohow, but we can hook him.
Mind! she doesn't take to strangers. Mind! she bites like an alligator." "Not me," said Phyl, fondling the lovely but fleering-eyed head protruding above the lower door. "So she doesn't," said Silas admiringly, "she's taken to you well, I don't blame her. Here's John Barleycorn," opening another door, "own brother to the Fox, he's Pap's; he's a bolter, and kicks like a duck gun.
For, you see, Moll, I am an honest lawyer." She looked at him in a sort of mute wonder for a moment, and then muttered: "Why, Pap, Pap he sez there ain't no setch thing as a honest lawyer." An embarrassed little smile twisted her lips. "I guess that must ha' been one of Pap's lies." "It is possible he may never have come in contact with one," he observed drily.
Well, when pap's full, you might take and belt him over the head with a church and you couldn't phase him. He says so, his own self. So it's the same with Muff Potter, of course. But if a man was dead sober, I reckon maybe that whack might fetch him; I dono." After another reflective silence, Tom said: "Hucky, you sure you can keep mum?" "Tom, we GOT to keep mum. You know that.
Pap's poorly again, and I'm obliged to put the late supper on the table for them thar gals the night shift's done eat and gone. I'll show her whar she's to sleep at, after while. I don't just rightly know whar Pap aimed to have her stay," she concluded hastily, as something boiled over on the stove. Johnnie set her bundle down in the corner of the kitchen.
It was a Monday evening, late in July. Pamela Hilary, returning from a Care Committee meeting, fitted her latch-key into the door of the rooms in Cow Lane which she shared with Frances Carr, and let herself into the hot dark passage hall. A voice from a room on the right called "Come along, my dear. Your pap's ready." Pamela entered the room on the right.
The men listened in silence. "Oh, come, don't talk politics all night!" cried Rose, breaking in. "Come, let's have a dance. Where's that fiddle?" "Fiddle!" cried Howard, glad of a chance to laugh. "Well, now! Bring out that fiddle. Is it William's?" "Yes, Pap's old fiddle." "Oh, gosh! he don't want to hear me play," pr~ tested William. "He's heard s' many fiddlers." "Fiddlers!
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