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We poked sticks behind the pantry, but couldn't find him. There was a big hole in the cement there, and Mr. Taylor said, "Sho, the poor snake was more frightened than ye was, Miss May, and it's likely he's down the river-bank by now." Then Aunty May and me told him how big it was and what color, and he said, "I knew a couple of wimmin kept a milk snake in their dairy for a pet.
Why, Miss Florence was runnin' out to meet him two and three times in the week. The wonder to me was that her mother never guessed." "Och," replied the other, "he's the very divil and all when it comes to the wimmin." "There was a little girl that used to come here. Her father lives up the street here. Haguenin is his name.
I put Jack erbout fifty feet further up the trail than I were, an' Buckeye nigh him, an' tol 'em what to do. We skootched down in the bushes an' heerd 'em comin'! Purty soon they hove in sight two Injuns, the two wimmin captives an' a white man the wust-lookin' bulldog brute that I ever seen stumpin' erlong lively on a wooden leg, with a gun an' a cane.
The wimmin folks would carry the pieces back to the cabins in their aprons while the men would stay behind and bury the head, skin and feet." "Whenever they killed a pig they would have to skin it, because they didn't dare to build a fire. The women folk after getting home would put the meat in special dug trenches and the men would come erlong and cover it up."
Everybody knows as a quiet home are better than silver and fine gold, which it stands to reason are to be obtained in two ways. Wimmin are like sailors in some respects; whoever has anythin' to do with 'em must either be saddled and bridled, leastwise, or else booted and spurred. You've got to ride 'em, or else they'll ride you.
Sylva was all for leaving the two soldiers on the island, but Coke's sailor-like acumen prevented the commission of that blunder. "No, that will never do," he said, with irritating offhandness. "These jokers will be found at daylight, an' they'll be able to say exactly wot time we quit. The wimmin can make out they was scared stiff an' darsent stir. It 'ud be different with the sojers.
It would have gathered home from the four winds of the earth the scatthered wealth that has followed the absentee to distant lands and made Dublin and Cork and every city in the counthry alive with min and wimmin, that were able to pathronise Irish manufactures, aye, and pay for them too.
And his knowing smile, and the hard, glinting twinkle of his light eyes, devilishly intelligent and keen, in no wise lessened the sheer brutal force of him physically. Sight of his bulk was enough to terrorize Carley. "Me! Aw, I'm a darin' hombre an' a devil with the wimmin," he said, with a guffaw. Carley could not collect her wits.
Mebbe we ain't same as other folks, them folks with their kerridges an' things in cities, mebbe our kiddies ain't got no names by the Chu'ch, an' our wimmin ain't no Chu'ch writin' fer sharin' our blankets, but we got a right to live, cos we're made to live. An' by Gee! I'm goin' to live!
Carley saw in them the strength that had so easily swung the sheep. She saw, too, that they were dirty, greasy hands. And they made her flesh creep. "Glenn will kill you," she panted. "What fer?" he queried, in real or pretended surprise. "Aw, I know wimmin. You'll never tell him." "Yes, I will." "Wal, mebbe. I reckon you're lyin', Pretty Eyes," he replied, with a grin.
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