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"Be ye glad to see me, Scraggy?" asked he presently, crossing his legs and watching her as she lighted some candles. "More'n glad," she replied simply. "But what did ya come for, Lemmy?" Lem remained silent for some seconds; then said: "Do ye want to come back to the scow, Scraggy?" "Ye mean to live?" Lem shoved out his hairy chin. "Yep, to live," said he. "Did ye come to ask me back, Lemmy?"
"She's put out because you told a story makin' light of drinkin' punch. She belongs to all the temp'rance societies doin' business, you know." "No; I didn't know." "And she says none of her church 'll vote for you after your countenancin' such a cryin' sin." "Her list of cardinal sins is extensive." "Yep," agreed William. "Won't even let me play my fiddle in the house. Says it's a vanity."
And him sittin' quiet and peaceful in the front room all the time. Yep; my little girl seen him there while I was hearin' the raps." "Did you ask him about them?" inquired Jones. "Sure! He wouldn't have it at first. Then he kinder smiled and half owned up. And once I seen him with his materializin' wand, sittin' in the room almost dark." "His what?" "Materializin' wand. Spirit-rod, you know.
Not the Witcher Place!" "Yep!" Bert answered briefly. "He took it. It's all settled." So the Bradleys had a bank account. And even before the precious money was actually paid them, and deposited in the bank, Nancy knew what they were going to do with it. There was only one sensible thing for young persons who were raising a family on a small salary to do. They must buy a country home.
"Yep, Daddy," admitted Tess, confused for an instant, "an' darlin', don't worry if I ain't back fer quite a little while. I air goin' to ride with Frederick." She leaned over him and cupped his bearded face with her hands, her eyes like stars, first shining, then shadowing. "Ye trust yer Tessibel, don't ye, Daddy Skinner?"
The box stall to which Lad was led was almost pitch black; its shuttered window being closed. Still, it was shelter. Leaving the Master and the Mistress to consign Lad to his new quarters, the boy scuttled of to a harness-room. There, an eagerly-questioning man was awaiting him. "Yep," broke in the boy, through a volley of inquiries. "I done it, all right, all right, Mr. Higham.
Get me the usual food wallet together, Bud, please, and let me have it and the horses the very moment I've swallowed the last bite of my drum bone, will you? We've got to ride fast and far to-day and I want nobody on my trail. Understand?" "Yep, Gov," was the answer that good Bud man made as my Gouverneur Faulkner and I took our way through many chickens into the low little house.
"You're a gentleman, I believe, and all I need do is to point out that what you've seen and heard is not your secret. I'm sure you realize that it's unnecessary to ask you not to tell. Of course, you'll never tell one word NOT ONE WORD " and he glared. "That's understood, isn't it?" I said, "Yep," sort of scared.
"Yep," Bill bit off from his piece of store plug; "I reckon I knew the hoss was blind, but you see the feller I bought her of" and he paused to settle his chaw "asked me not to mention it. You wouldn't have me violate a confidence as affected the repertashun of a pore dumb critter, and her of the opposite sect, would you?" And the gallant Bill turned scornfully away from the stranger.
There was a hurried consultation indoors, and then Roscoe bravely ventured out to the sidewalk. "Are you shot, 'Rast?" he asked in trembling tones. "No; I'm just wounded. Is Rosalie in there?" "Yep. She's " "I guess I'll go in, then. Dern it! It's a long walk from our house over here. I guess I'll stay all night. If I don't get better to-morrow I'll have to stay longer. I ought to be nursed, too."
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