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"Wal, you're sure a cat ... Look at her eyes! ... All right, don't git mad at me." He spilled the contents of the sack out on the sand, and bent over it. What had made Allie's eyes flash was the recognition of her opportunity. She did not hesitate an instant. First she looked to see just where the mustang stood. He was near, with the rope dragging, half coiled.
Squire Woodbridge an Ginral Ashley an Doctor Sergeant, Cap'n Jones an schoolmaster Gleason, an a slew more o' the silk stockins be a goin' tew." "Are you going to murder them?" exclaimed the frantic woman. "Wal," drawled Meshech, "that depends. Ef govment hangs any o' our fellers wat they've got in jail, we're gonter hang yewr husban' an the res' on em, sure's taxes.
Will you show me, when the time comes?" "Oh, I'll show you," Neb replied, and before he had a chance to add a word she had hurried off into the crowd. "I war gwine to tell her dat de Cunnel'd be dar, too, but she wouldn't wait to heah. Wal, I reckon she'll jes' fin' 'im when she git dar." Down the street his piccaninny band came straggling, looking for him.
Somewhat to his disgust, the stranger, after collecting his baggage, entered the same vehicle and took a seat opposite him. "Wal," said he, "you'll have time to cool down before the next train, young man. Putting up at the hotel?" "Where else should I put up?" growled Ratman. "What business is it of yours?" "I guess it's my business to get all the information I can on this trip.
"Lass, sight of you sort of makes me young agin but Allie, those are not the happy eyes I remember." "I am very unhappy," she whispered. "Wal, if thet ain't too bad! Shore it's natural you'd be downhearted, losin' Neale thet way." "It's not all that," she murmured, and then she told him. "Wal, wal!" ejaculated the trapper, stroking his beard in thoughtful sorrow. "But I reckon thet's natural, too.
"Wal, now, you must," said Mr. Trescott. "We must talk over ol' times and " "Fight over old battles," replied Jim. "All the battles were yours, though, eh, Bill?" "Huh, huh!" chuckled Bill; "fightin's no credit to any man; but I 'spose I fit my sheer when I was a boy when I was a boy, y' know, Mrs. Barslow, and had more sand than sense. Here, Josie, here's Mr. Elkins and some old friends of mine.
Ef it warn't for that we could spend to-night here, an to-morry I'd take you all to see the fog mill; but, as it is, I rayther think I won't linger here, but perceed on our way." "Where do we go next to Nova Scotia?" "Wal, not jest straight across, but kine o' slantin. We head now for Digby; that's about straight opposite to St. John, an it's as likely a place as any to make inquiries at."
For a moment no one spoke. All eyes were bent on the faces of the two men. There was no mistaking to whom the description applied. Then a harsh laugh broke from Bill Ugger. "Tryin' to turn th' tables on us, be you?" and again he laughed. "Wal, I reckon, ever'one here believes that yarn. It fits tew pat, not tew be true. So me an' Spike are th' true murderers, be we?
"Well, now, my good fellow, what's the damage, as they say in Kentucky; in short, what's to be paid out for this business? How much are you going to cheat me, now? Out with it!" "Wal," said Haley, "if I should say thirteen hundred dollars for that ar fellow, I shouldn't but just save myself; I shouldn't, now, re'ly."
"So you've got back! Wal, wal! You've been gone a good while." "So you can't wonder at my impatience when I find myself so near home," said Mellen. "In course, in course," replied the old man. "But, dear me, you'll have to wait till Jake comes in, and I expect he'll grumble awful at having to start out agin." "I will pay him his own price "
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