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In the next room the baby-girl squalled most persistently; down in the valley the premonitions of war made themselves heard through the narrow throat of a small cannon which, until then, had been used only to celebrate the Fourth of July. The noise of a horse's hoofs roused Teague's hounds, and some one called out from the road "Hello, Poteet!" "Ah-yi!" "You hearn the racket?"
"Wid dat, Brer Wolf march todes de creetur des like he gwine ter squ'sh 'im in de groun'. De creetur rub hisse'f ag'in de tree en look like he feel mighty good. Brer Wolf keep on gwine todes 'im, en bimeby w'en he git sorter close de creetur tuck 'n sot up on his behime legs des like you see squir'ls do. Den Brer Wolf, he 'low, he did: "'Ah-yi! you beggin', is you?
The woman followed readily, keeping close to Woodward. To her distracted eyes he took the shape of her murdered son. Poteet was strangely reticent. His tremendous stride carried him ahead of the horses, and he walked with his head held down, as if reflecting. Once he turned and spoke to Parmalee "Oh, Sid!" "Ah-yi?" 'S'posen it had thes a bin a man? "Good-bye, Mr. Man!"
His spirits rose as he stepped from the low piazza into the darkness and made his way to where he heard the rattle of stirrups and spurs. Some one hailed him "Hello, Cap!" "Ah-yi!" he responded. "It's here we go, gals, to the wedding." "I knowed we could count on 'im," said the voice of Tip Watson. "Yes," said Sid Parmalee, "I knowed it so well that I fotch a extry hoss." "Where are we going?"
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