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"That old bloke took 'im," he said. "Old bloke that come in the coach. While yous was all talking in the pub, he sneaks out here and nabs that 'orse, and away like a rabbit. See that dust on the plain? That's 'im." The drover looked helplessly out over the stretch of plain. He seemed quite incapable of grappling with the problem. "Took my horse, did he? Well, I'm blowed! By Cripes!"
"Good! den der's a chance yous fadder's alive, for if de no hab shooted him at first, de no hab de heart to shoot him arterwards. No, he'd smile away der wikitness; de couldn' do it."
"Well, I ain't goin' ter fight yous about it, an' I'm not worryin' a mighty lot about you, Major, 'cause your little bit o' country's ready made for you. But Captin's different. We won't 'ave no fight about cash, Captin; but that last year's calf of the ol' keow's goin' ter be a pretty decent steer, an' when you gets yer farm 'e's goin' on it as yer first bit o' stock.
He glanced suspiciously at the doctor, who was speaking in a low tone to the teacher. "Look-ahere, Tillie. If Teacher there wants to keep comp'ny with one of yous girls, it ain't to be you, mind. He ain't to be makin' up to you! I don't want you to waste your time that there way."
"Say, Mikky," said Sam shyly, grasping Michael's hand convulsively, "me an' Lizzie sort o' made it up as how we'd get tied, an' we thought we'd do it now whiles everybody's at it, an' things is all fixed Lizzie she wanted me to ask you ef you 'sposed she'd mind, ef we'uns stood thur on the verandy whur yous did, arter you was gone?"
He heard the whispered recognition of its inmate, and stood like a statue while Hatchie freed himself from his confinement. "Whisht, now," said Pat, in a low voice; "give me your hand, Mr. Binson. Now, there yous are," and he placed Uncle Nathan's hand in that of Hatchie. Uncle Nathan found the hand was warm, and felt completely relieved of the sensation of fear which had come over him.
"What fur sermont did yous have this morning?" asked Mr. Wackernagel, his mouth full of chicken. "We had Levi Harnish. He preached good," said Mrs. Wackernagel. "Ain't he did, Tillie?" "Yes," replied Tillie, coloring with the guilty consciousness that scarcely a word of that sermon had she heard. "I like to hear a sermont, like hisn, that does me good to my heart," said Mrs. Wackernagel.
I'm not grand enough like yous'; but she sayed, 'It's nothing of the kind, and you're always welcome. Yes, she made herself that nice and common!" concluded the doctor. "So you see I have saw high society." "Yes," Miss Margaret assented. "Say!" he suddenly put another question to her. "Why don't you get married?" "Well," she parried, "why don't YOU?" "I was married a'ready.
"Well," spoke Adam Oberholzer, as the doctor reluctantly went out, "it ain't ten mile from here she was raised." "Is she a gradyate? We hadn't ought to take none but a Normal. We had enough trouble!" "No, she ain't a Normal, but she's got her certificate off the superintendent." "Has any of yous saw her?"
"Did you?" asked Bob and chuckled in his turn. "Well, I didn't see no points in spoon-feedin' you. If a man's goin' on the land he may as well know wot 'e's likely to strike. There's lots'll tell you you won't strike anythink 'arder than ol' Joe an' p'raps you won't," he added. "Any'ow, yous asked fer work, an' it was up ter me ter see that yous got it.
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