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But Jack's a fine young man. An' he'll outgrow his temper an' crazy notions. Work'll do it." "Boys will be boys," replied Wade, philosophically. "I've not forgotten when I was a boy." "Neither hev I. Wal, I'll be goin', Wade. I reckon Columbine will be up to call on you. Bein' the only woman-folk in my house, she sort of runs it. An' she's sure interested in thet pack of hounds."
And mind you bring me home any amount of fish, Harry and Wal." "We will, sir," chorused the boys. Norah leant from her saddle and slipped an arm round her father's neck. "Good-bye, Dad, dear." "Good-bye, my little girl. Be careful don't forget." Mr. Linton kissed her fondly. "Well, you're all in a hurry and so am I, to get back to bed! So-long, all of you. Have a good time." "So-long!"
The pie slid easily on to the fork, and for a moment all seemed to promise well; but the next minute, just as Bubble began to lower it, he wavered on his one foot only a little, but enough to send the poor pie tumbling to the ground." "Poor pie!" cried Bubble. "Wal, I like that! Poor me, I sh'd say. I'd had bread'n m'lasses three meals runnin', Miss Hildy.
"My brother Jonathan has returned." Helen joined Betty at the door, and looked over her shoulder. "Wal, Jack, ye got two on 'em, anyways," drawled a voice which she recognized as that of Elsing's. A man, lithe and supple, slipped from the back of one of the horses, and, giving the halter to Elsing with a single word, turned and entered the gate. Colonel Zane met him there.
Rale winked facetiously, evidently rather proud of the exploit as it had been related to him. "Wal', ther way I understan', they wa'n't both of 'em niggers; however, that was the story told on board. This yere Joe Kirby is pretty damn slick, let me tell you. One of 'em's a white gurl, who just pretended she wus a nigger.
Well, sir, 'twas too slick the way they managed. Right alongside them willers there was one o' them little skiffs that's stuck round the island for show, or one jest like 'em. It lay jest where that little woody strip 'ud come right 'tween the island and the other side, an' 'twas all dark there. Wal, they all run that way crost the grass, an' me after 'em, close as 'twas safe to git.
"Wal, you see, when I got to makin' varses I found the folks down in Posey Kyounty didn' take to varses wrote out in their own talk.
"Wal, mebbe you an' the boys are right. I believe you are. Nels, there ain't no doubt on earth about who was ridin' Stewart's hoss?" "Thet's as plain as the hoss's tracks." "Wal, it's all amazin' strange. It beats me. I wish the boys would ease up on drinkin'. I was pretty fond of Danny an' Gene. I'm afraid Gene's done fer, sure.
"Where's Allie?" asked Neale, "Wal, she went in jest now. She saw you comin' an' then run in to hide, I reckon. Girls is queer critters." "She watched for me for us and then ran?" queried Neale, curiously. "Wal, she ain't done nothin' but watch fer you since you went away last. An', son, thet's a new wrinkle fer Allie, An' run? Wal, like a skeered deer." "Wonder what that means?" pondered Neale.
"I won't believe it," replied Kells, doggedly. "And you, Budd, you're accusing somebody present of treachery or else Cleve. He's the only one not here who knew." "Wal, I always said thet youngster was slick," replied Budd. "Will you accuse him to his face?" "I shore will. Glad of the chance." "Then you're drunk or just a fool." "Thet so?" "Yes, that's so," flashed Kells. "You don't know Cleve.
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