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They did so, an' it was most convaynient for settlin' the little bill o' three dollars an acre which the railroad had against me, Batty the Fool." "It's robbery!" reiterated Franklin. "It wud 'av' been robbery," said Battersleigh, "had they sint no more than that, for I'd 'av' been defrauded of me just jues. But whut do you think?
"Pretty well, me friend," said Battersleigh, his eyes on the stove, importantly. "Sit ye down." Curly sat down on the edge of the bed, under whose blanket the newspapers still rattled to the touch, "Seems like you all mighty busy this mornin'," said he. "Yes," said Franklin, "we've got business on hand now. You can't guess what we're cooking." "No; what?" "Pie." "Go 'long!"
"Ned," said Battersleigh, looking at him with an injured air, "do you suppose I've campaigned all me life and not learned the simplest form of cookin'? Pie? Why, man, I'll lay you a half section of land to a saddle blanket I'll make ye the best pie that ever ye set eye upon in all your life. Pie, indeed, is it?" "Well," said Franklin, "you take some risks, but we'll chance it. Go ahead.
Colonel Battersleigh. I think his place is only a mile or so from here." "Sure," said the cowboy. "Old Batty I know him. He taken up a quarter below here. Ain't got his shack up yet. But say, that's a full mile from yer. You ain't goin' to walk a mile, are you?" "I've walked a good many thousand miles," said Franklin, "and I shouldn't wonder if I could get over this one."
I appear Battersleigh, a gintleman, appears, standin' in the dure, the eyes of all upon him. I bow, salutin', standin' there, alone, short on allowance, but nate and with me own silf-respect. Battersleigh, a bit low in kit and in allowance, with white at neck and wrist, bows, and he says, 'Ladies and gintlemen, Battersleigh is here!"
"There's none I'd liever have shake me by the hand than yoursilf, Ned," said Battersleigh, "the more especially by this rayson, that ye've nivver believed in ould Batty at all, but thought him a visionary schamer, an' no more. Didn't ye, now, Ned; on your honour?" "No," said Franklin stoutly. "I've always known you to be the best fellow in the world." "Tut, tut!" said Battersleigh.
And so he turned comfortably to the feeding of his mice, which nibbled at his fingers intimately, as had many mice of many lands with Battersleigh. At the close of the war Captain Edward Franklin returned to a shrunken world.
"Battersleigh is fond of horses," said Franklin, "and he's a rider, too." "That's so," admitted Curly. "He kin ride. You orter see him when he gits his full outfit on, sword an' pistol by his side, uh-huh!" "He has a horse, then?" "Has a boss? Has a hoss has what? Why, o' course he has a boss. Is there anybody that ain't got a hoss?" "Well, I haven't," said Franklin.
"Sir," said Battersleigh, approaching and bowing as he addressed the stranger, "I shall make bold to introjuce meself Battersleigh of Ellisville, sir, at your service. If I am not mistaken, you will be from below, toward the next town. I bid ye a very good welcome, and we shall all hope to see ye often, sir.
In reality Colonel Henry Battersleigh lived, during his city life, in a small, a very small room, up more than one night of stairs. This room, no larger than a tent, was military in its neatness. Battersleigh, bachelor and soldier, was in nowise forgetful of the truth that personal neatness and personal valour go well hand in hand.
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