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Course, she's set Monty to watch, an' he's gone off a-fishin'. That's as plain as a pike-staff. Pshaw! Folks so poor they can't feed their stawk hain't a right to keep any, I declare! When I get to be constable I'll straighten some things in Marsden township that's terrible crooked now; an' the very first one I'd complain of or arrest would be that lazy little stutterin' Monty Sturtevant!"
That stutterin' leaves him when he preaches, and when he leads the shout in meetin' it's piercin' as a horn." "He's a bloody Romany rogue," Joe Johnson muttered, "to tell me such a tale! But, kirjalis! he cursed not me!" "What language is that, Mr. Johnson? Is it Dutch or Porteygee?" "It's what we call the gypsy; some calls it the Quaker.
"'Foh dollahs, says ole man Johnson. "Just then the telegraph begins to click. "'They're off at New Orle-e-e-ns! sings the operator. 'King Ja-a-ames first! Eldorado-o-o second! Anvil-l-l third! "The telegraph keeps a stutterin' 'n' a stutterin'. "'Eldorado-o-o at the quarter a length! Anvil-l-l second a length! King Ja-a-ames third! sings the operator. "I looks at ole man Johnson.
Seems if there was as many Indian summers as there was folks, most, but I don't care. It's somethin' or other warm enough to-day, an' I'll go home. I can set in the barn an' sort apples. That won't be a heatin' job, an' 'll give me a chance to have an eye on things. Oh, hum! I wish Monty would happen along. Strange! how I miss that worthless, stutterin', big-hearted little shaver!
I call it plumb equal to tellin' you you're a reg'lar tomnoddy to say a fellar's uther 'clever' or 'good. I 'low little stutterin' Monty Sturtevant could ha' done the chores well enough till I get 'round again, an' I could ha' bossed him." Then, after a moment: "But I can't boss the deacon." "No, you poor old grumbler! I reckon he isn't that kind.
That was Monty's father, poor little stutterin' shaver! Well, along of his late years the old Squire had bad feelin's in his head, suffered terr'ble agony, an' hardly knowed what he did do or say.
"How much money have you got?" he demanded. "Have you come back here strapped?" "I ain't got any money," admitted Mr. Crymble, "but I own a secret how to cure stutterin' in ten lessons, and with that school-house that " "You don't dock in any school-house nor you don't marine railway into our poorhouse, not to be a bill of expense whilst I'm first selectman," broke in Cap'n Sproul with decision.
Owen," said Pete, smiling in spite of himself. "That's the idea only make it Jim. Did you ever use one of these?" And suddenly Sheriff Owen had a Luger automatic in his hand. Pete wondered that a man as fat as the little sheriff could pull a gun so quickly. "Why no. I ain't got no use for one of them doggone stutterin' smoke-wagons."
"Leastwise that's Jethro's philosophy. When you come to know him, you'll notice how much those fellers walk like him. Never seed a man who had so many imitators. Some of,'em's took to talkie' like him, even to stutterin'. Bijah Bixby, over to Clovelly, comes pretty nigh it, too." Moses loaded his sugar and beans into his wagon, and drove off.
There's the principal trouble in gettin' at facts," he explained, whirling on the Cap'n. "Investigators don't get down to cases. Talk with a stutterer, and if you don't look sharp you'll get to stutterin' yourself. Now, if we don't look out, Gammon here will have us believin' in witches before we've investigated."
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