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"I'm on the water wagon for awhile," Terabon smiled, and the waiter nodded, sympathetically. A tip of a quarter mollified his air of surly expectancy completely, and as he put the glasses down he said: "The Boss is sick the way he's bein' treated. They ain't goin' to git away wit' stickin' a bull in front of his door like he was a crook."
"If you see any lady coming down, tell her a detector is below, lookin' fo' her. He's a cheap skate, into a motorboat but I don't expect he'll be into hit long, 'count of some river fellers bein' with him. But he mout be bad, that detector. If you should see a nice lady, tell her." "You bet!" the skiff man, who was Lester Terabon, exclaimed.
He turned, however, to a cunning little hiding place, and found there his main supply of currency a thousand dollars or more. No man likes to be robbed, and Carline, fixing upon his visitor Terabon as his assailant, worked himself into a fine frenzy of indignation.
There was no delay; Palura went straight through to his purpose. He disappeared in the dark and narrow entrance way and not a sound was audible except the scuffling of feet. "Palura's killed four men," the cotton broker whispered to Terabon, under his breath. What seemed an age passed. The lights flickered. Terabon looked about in alarm lest that gang
"When did they get your guns?" "I woke up, up there, and you were gone. My guns and pocket money were gone, too. I thought " "You thought I'd robbed you?" "Ye Well, I didn't know!" "This is a devil of a river, old man!" said Terabon. "I guess you travelled with the real thing out of New Madrid " "Doss, Renald Doss. He said he was a sportsman "
Having written his notes, and Jeff Slamey having fingered the nine loose-leaf sheets with exclamatory interest and delight, Terabon said he must go rest awhile. "Yas, suh," the fisherman cried, "when a man's pulled a hundred mile he shore needs sleep. When the woman's got that goose cooked, I bet yo'll be ready to eat, too." So Terabon turned in to sleep.
He found the door was unlocked, and when he slipped out into the cabin, he found that there was only one man on board, the steersman, who was sitting in the engine pit, and steering with the rail wheel instead of the bow-cabin one. He peered out, and found that it was Terabon, who discovered him and hailed him, cheerily: "How are you feeling?" "Tough my head!" "You're lucky to be alive!"
He welcomed her as a father might have welcomed a favourite child. He threw over the anchor, and Terabon dropped the launch back to the stern, and hung it there on a light line. When he entered the big cabin Nelia was sitting beside a table, and Rasba was leaning against the shelves which he had put up for the books. Nelia, dumbfounded, had said little or nothing.
I neveh did git to understand hit, but likely I can git to know some more now. I've had right smart of experiences, lately, to he'p me git to know." Terabon possessed a newspaper man's feeling of aloofness and detachment. When he went afloat on the Mississippi at St.
They assailed him with their presence like living things, and then roared away to give room to new voices and new presences. "Anyhow," Terabon laughed, in spite of himself, "you're good company, Old Mississip'!" Yet he felt the chilling and depressing possibility that he might never again see that woman who would remain as a "river goddess" in his imagination.
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