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They sat in silence, the girl's head resting on her hand. Uncle William watched her face in the half-light. "You're gettin' tired and kind o' peaked." She looked up. "I am resting." "Yes yes, I know how it is. You stan' all you can and byme-by you come to a place you can rest in, and you jest rest hard." "Yes." "You ought to 'a' asked somebody to help ye," said Uncle William, gently.
The order was not necessary. O'Malley and Sim were going straight down the line of planes, their guns blasting flame and lead. The target was so narrow that Stan had to stall and slip a bit to drop behind in order to get a shot at the line. The Mustangs went over so fast the Germans did not have time to fire a shot at them.
We stan' at the door and look out, and all the prairie is green, and the sun stan' up high like a light on a pole, and the birds fly by ver' busy looking for the summer and the prairie-flower. "'Bargon, I say and I give him a horn of old rye 'here's to le bon Dieu! "'Le bon Dieu, and a good harvest! he say.
"'Deed, Mr Crathie," returned Meg Partan, a little sobered by the threat, "ye wad hae mair sense nor rin the risk o' an uprisin' o' the fisher fowk. They wad ill stan' to see my auld man an' me misused, no to say 'at her leddyship hersel' wad see ony o' her ain fowk turned oot o' hoose an' haudin' for naething ava."
"I 'm damned if yer will!" he growled madly. "I 'm in on this deal, law er no law. The whole blame thing is a bluff, an' I 'll not stan' fer it no longer. Yer step back thar, Sam Hayes, er else Gulpin County will be lookin' 'round fer another sheriff. I 've got plumb ter the limit o' patience in this game." Winston grasped the old man's uplifted arm, whirling him sharply around.
Buzzard gwine ter git 'im? sez de Buzzard, sezee. "'Well, dar's a little hole roun' on de udder side er de tree, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en ef Brer Tukkey Buzzard wuz here so he could take up his stan' dar, sezee, 'I'd drive dat squir'l out, sezee. "'Drive 'im out, den, sez Mr. Buzzard, sezee, 'en I'll see dat Brer Tukkey Buzzard gits 'im, sezee.
The man dropped the child's hand, and pushed her gently to one side. "Stan' there, Rosie," said he. Then he went forward, and drew the pail from Amelia's unwilling grasp. "Where do you empt' it?" he asked. "There? It ought to be carried further. You don't want to let it gully down into that beet bed. Here, I'll see to it."
One big fellow was out of formation and having a tough time. Fifteen FW's were after it. "We'll go down and have a crack at those FW's on that Fort," Stan called. "So long, Sim, see you at mess!" One after another the six special Thunderbolts zoomed down upon the FW's. They came down in a screaming dive and their first burst sent five FW's smoking to earth. Instantly the whole battle changed.
Stan saw that the Forts and Libs were slamming lead at the Focke-Wulfs in a blaze that rivaled a Fourth of July celebration. He kept an eye on Allison's Fort and saw an FW go down flaming after a thrust at the bomber. Stan chuckled softly. "Allison got one!" O'Malley yelled. "'Tis a sad day, this, for Mrs. O'Malley's son."
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