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"You don't think I would come to your cabin to-day and not bring a present, do you?" "Gift or no gift, yer welcome would be the same," answered the Trapper, "for yer heart and yer shootin' be both right, and ye will find the door of my cabin open at yer comin', whether ye come full handed or empty, sober or drunk, Wild Bill." "I haven't touched a drop for twelve months," responded the other.
Colonel Clark, with his hands crossed behind him, his face thoughtfully contracted, was walking slowly to and fro a little way off. He turned about when Oncle Jazon spoke. "What now, Jazon?" "A mighty heap right now, that's what; come yer an' let me show ye. Yer a fine sort o' eejit, now ain't ye!" The two men walked toward each other and met.
Noiselessly, but with the appearance of a certain terrible effort under the shell of quiet, she moved away across the room toward the stove. "She's goin' t' warm up th' coffee," Bennie said. "She'll give you some, in a minute, if yer want it!" Rose-Marie was about to speak, about to assure Bennie that she didn't want any of the coffee, when steps sounded on the stairs.
They seemed to his morbid fancy hungry and cold, and their famine-pinched faces full of reproach. His head bowed lower, and he became the very picture of dejection. He was startled by a big, hearty voice at his side, exclaiming: "What makes yer so down in the mouth? Come, take a drink, and cheer up!" Raising his eyes, he saw a round, red face, like a harvest moon, shining full upon him.
"Fo' Gawd, Mass' William, less jess stop right yer! I 'clare, I'se jess wore to a plum frazzle, a-travelin' an' a-travelin'! Ef we gwine settle, why, less settle, thass all I say!" The driver of the wagon sat silent for a moment, his leg still hanging over the end of the seat, his chin in the hand of the arm which rested upon his other leg, propped up on the dashboard of the wagon.
Liza was sitting forward, with her elbows on her knees, resting her face on her hands. 'I wish I was straight, she said at last, not looking up. 'Well, why won't yer come along of me altogether, an' you'll be arright then? he answered. 'Na, that's no go; I can't do thet. He had often asked her to live with him entirely, but she had always refused.
"He said he didn't hev no doubts but wot you was a reg'lar villyum an' swin'ler, an' cheat an' blackmailer, an' ef he had de user his eyes an' legs he'd come down yere an' han' you over ter de coppers; dat you aint smart enuff ter get no money outer him, fer he's bin bled by sich coveys like you all he's a-going ter bleed, an' dat he don't b'lieve dere is any sech ting as de Bugwug estate nohow, an' ef yer wants ter keep outen jail yer'd better let him an' his folks alone."
"Whaur's yer stockin's, mem?" he said. "You gave me no time to bring them away, you caught me up so rudely," answered the girl half querulously, but in such lovely speech as had never before greeted his Scotish ears. Before the words were well beyond her lips he was already on his way back to the rock, running, as he walked, with great, heavy footed strides.
Just you give me that other sixpence, or I'll break every bone in yer skin 'fore yer know where you are." "Let go!" said Tom huskily; and he struggled to get free. "Oh no, yer don't. Yer arn't going to get away till yer've paid me that there sixpence."
He was startled by the loud and dissonant voice of a man who was apparently dismounting at the door. He hurried to the window. "By the land! if this yer an't the nearest, now, to what I've heard folks call Providence," said Haley. "I do b'lieve that ar's Tom Loker." Haley hastened out.
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