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What I mean is, marriage is a sort of eddication of itself, wot don't learn you nuthin' till you git unmarried. Savee?" The girl shook her head in bewilderment. "That's sure too bright fer me." "That's 'cos you ain't been married. Y'see, I have." "Can't you put it easier seein' I ain't been married?" "Sure I can."
"Y'see," he went on after a bit, "I'm a-thinkin' abaout ridin' off some'ere over the Ridge, bein' gone fer a long time." "Oh, Lord!" groaned Steering. He very well knew what was taking Piney away.
"There is nowhere to land," said the girl. She was shuddering as a dog shudders when overstrung. "Ay, it's a brute beast of a place," said Bompard, "well, we must nose along on the lookout. There's no coast but hasn't some landing-place where a boat can push in. Y'see it's not like a ship. A boat can go where a ship can't."
"Mebbe you're right 'bout funerals an' nigger lynchin's," he whispered back, "but they's jest a matter o' livin' an' dyin'. Y'see, Minky's gamblin' sixty thousand dollars o' good red gold." Brand nodded. And somehow he appreciated the point and became easier. Later on Minky appeared in the store, and almost automatically every eye was turned expectantly upon him.
"Why hello, Bud!" said he nervously. "What's wrong?" "Nothin' much yet, Kid, only it's kinder lucky for this guy as you happened in. Who is he? What's he doin' here?" "He's only a friend o' mine, Bud, an' he's all right, 'n' say " "Tell him t' beat it." "But y'see, Bud " "Tell him as we don't want his kind around here or "
It was worth looking after, too, mind you that. It's a handsome house. Jog along, black mare. As for Thomas, he was poor, and if his house didn't leak in dry weather it was about all that could be said for it, though it looks kind of pictureaskew. But, y'see, I loved Thomas, and I didn't care one red cent for W.O. So I argued it out with myself.
"An' most o' them come my way, too," he added, with thoughtful pride. "Here, wait." He drew out a greasy note-book. "Y'see I kind o' keep re-cords o' likely folks. Mebbe some o' the names'll prompt you. Now ther's M. Wilkes, she's got a swellin', I don't rightly know wher' ther's folk talks of it bein' toomer deadly toomer.
Then he reached up to the wound on his father's right cheek, and touched it gently with one small finger. It was so sore that the man flinched, and the child's hand was withdrawn instantly. "Oose's hurted," he exclaimed. "Pore poppa's all hurt up," added Vada tearfully. "Not hurt proper," said Scipio, with a wan smile. "Y'see, it was jest a game, an' an' the boys were rough. Now we'll git dinner."
"Y'see, I ain't never used an iron much, to speak of. It's kind of awkward using an iron." Sunny nodded. Somehow he wished he knew something about using an iron. Birdie had said nothing about it. "Guess you hot it on the stove," he hazarded, after a moment's thought. "Yes, I'd say you hot it," agreed Scipio. "It's after that." "Yes." Sunny found himself thinking hard.
If a ship came down on rockets, an' landed in that shoal place yonder ... why ... it wouldn't leave a burned spot comin' down or takin' off, either. Y'see?" Patrolman Willis said: "Look here, sergeant " "I'm in command here," growled Sergeant Madden. "Huks didn't booby trap. Proud as hell, and touchy as all get-out, but not killers. Not crazy killers, anyhow. You go get up yonder.
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