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"Ye can stay tonight; but tomorry ye go, and I don't give a hell where, so long as ye leave this here scow, an' I'm a tellin' ye this " He halted with an exasperated gesture. "Go an' get that kid an' shet his everlastin' clack!" Scraggy bounded into the inner room, and, once out of sight of the watchful eyes of Lem, snatched up the infant and pressed her lips passionately to the rosy skin.
I loved to lash Flukey and Flea. I loved to make the marks stand out on their legs and backs. And I tried to l'arn Flukey to be a thief, and Flea were a goin' to Lem tomorry. It were the only way I lived the only way!" Cronk trailed on as if to himself.
Lem lifted the steel hook in deep reflection and caught the clasps together. "I'm a wonderin', Lon," he said presently, "if I'm to ever git her." "Yep, tomorry," assured Lon. "Honest Injun?" demanded Lem. "Honest Injun," replied Lon. "If ye takes her tonight, she'll only cut up like the devil. That's the worst of them damn women, they be too techy when they come of stock like her."
He put out his hand and touched Crabbe. "We ain't goin' to steal nothin' in this house, Lem," he said sullenly; "but I'll come tomorry and take the kids. Then we be done with this town. Ye'll get yer brother ready by tomorry mornin'. Ye hear, Flea?" "Yes," answered Flea dully. "If Flukey be too sick to walk, he can ride.
For three miles down the lake no one spoke; but when the boat scraped the shore in front of his hut Lon broke the silence. "It weren't a bad haul tonight, were it, Lem?" he said almost jovially. "And tomorry ye come up to the shanty for the dividin'. Ye know I wouldn't cheat a hair o' yer head, don't ye, Lem?" "Yep, ye bet I know it!
En besides all that," he cautioned, "we've got to go to the register's office en git a substitute brand, fer old Hulls has shorely carried off the old irons outa pure cussedness. Kin ye he'p us tomorry?" His question was directed to Adine Lough as the two got out of the car. "Yes, I've enlisted for the duration. I am anxious to learn if the new management is an improvement over the old.
"Thar's twenty-six of 'em," he commented, "en ye owe Finch the full amount of his claim. "Now," commented the aged Nestor, "we'll not go over by the B-line. What they don't know won't hurt 'em. We'll jist slip back home the way we come. Tomorry will be plenty of time to go over the hay-he'p matter, en on Monday we must cinch the deal."
Fill your hide, but don't flourish no funds, or go enlargin' on any weakness you has for buyin' your own licker. As for seein' Jack Rainey, it's plumb impossible. He's got too full to visit folks or be visited by 'em; but he's upsta'rs on some blankets, an' if his reason is restored by tomorry, you sends up your kyard an' pays him your regyards pendin' of which social function, take another drink.
Bedad, if I can't buy it I'll stale it. We're goin' to fight tomorry, an' it may be it's the last chance we'll have for a dhrink, unless there's more lik'r now in the other worrld than Dives got." The brigade was bivouacked in some invisible region, amid the damp, misty darkness of a September night.
His glance took in the beautiful room, and, unable to suppress a smile, he taunted: "I'm a thinkin' ye'll see a difference 'tween the hut and this place eh, Flea?" "And between this and the scow," chuckled Lem. "Yep, 'tween this an' the scow," repeated Lon. "Come on, Lem. We'll go now, an' tomorry we'll come for ye, Flea. No man ain't no right to keep another man's kids."
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