"You got the tummy-ache?" Pink inquired facetiously, moving around so that he got a fair look at his face. "Naw his girl's went back on him!" Happy Jack put in, coiling his rope as he came up. "Oh, shut up!" Andy's voice was sharp with trouble. "Boys, the Old Man's well, he's most likely dead by this time. I brought out a telegram " "Go on!" Pink's eyes widened incredulously.
With an oath he stopped, and was about to pick up the pistol which had fallen from his hands, but was arrested by the quick, decisive tones of Andy: "Let that pistol alone! If you pick it up, I will shoot you on the spot." Fairfax paused at Andy's threat. He was only a boy, it is true, but he looked cool and resolute, and the gun, which was pointed at him, looked positively dangerous.
In the midst of their fears, the women could not help laughing as they effected some likeness to their own forms, with their stuffing and padding; but to carry off the width of Andy's shoulders required a very ample and voluptuous outline indeed, and Andy could not help wishing the straw was a little sweeter which they were packing under his nose.
Not five feet away from an open transom, Andy could now look into a room containing three persons. A motherly, dignified old woman sat in a big arm chair. Near her was Andy's aunt, smiling and simpering up at Dewey. The latter, dressed "to kill," was bowing like a French dancing master. Dewey sat down.
"Then have him out, and let's have this unpleasant duty over and done with." The key turned in the lock. Andy's candle had remained lighted. As the door was pushed open Andy saw a big portly man standing behind his aunt. "Put on your clothes, Andy Wildwood," began Miss Lavinia. "I've got them on," answered Andy. "What do you want?" "Ask me that," broke in the man, stepping into view.
"There's roam of course. That might do. For instance, If once again I see my home Never more at night I'll roam. Not bad is it?" Hortense thought it very bad indeed but didn't say so, for Highboy was finding pleasure in his rhymes and she hadn't the heart to depress him. She held tight to Andy's hand and walked on without speaking.
Andy's eyes lighted with pleasure. He stuck out a wet hand. "Did you land a job?" "With both feet." "Good! I was so darned tired I clean forgot you was livin'. Say, I saw ole José this afternoon. We was crossin' the bottom and rode into his camp. He said you had quit him.
These were questions which racked Tom's brain. "You can ask Ned Newton," repeated Andy. "He'll prove that I couldn't have been near your place, if you don't believe me." "Oh, I believe you all right," answered Tom, for there could be no doubting Andy's manner, even though he and the young inventor were not on good terms. "But how did your keys get in my boat?"
Andy's got the other one; but if you don't mind, we'll put them all together, like that, on top of the steamer-rug." During the laugh that followed he managed to got to his feet and make his escape. He had never been so angry in his life; he even included himself in his devastating wrath. Why shouldn't he have been insulted, laughed at, jeered at!
While they were thus advancing there suddenly arose a tremendous clamor. It appeared to issue from the interior of the dilapidated cabin in which Andy's crowd had taken up their quarters. "Oh! what has happened now?" exclaimed Will, scrambling to his feet. "Look!" cried Frank.