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But Mrs. Bickford was not interested in this figure, and still looked vague and anxious as she began to brush the broken stems and wilted leaves into her wide calico apron. "I done the best I could while they was alive," she said, "and mourned 'em when I lost 'em, an' I feel grateful to be left so comfortable now when all is over. It seems foolish, but I'm still at a loss about that rose."
Niggers can't git not'in t'eat 'cept out ob de creeks," replied the foremost of the party, who was a light mulatto. "Who lives in the house a mile or two down the stream?" continued Deck. "Cun'l Bickford." "Oh, yes; he is a Union man," added Deck. "No, sar!" exclaimed the mulatto vigorously. "Cun'l ob a Tennessee regiment. Whar you git his coach hosses?"
Bickford, the housekeeper, is a friend of mine. I thought I might go there to-night, and attract her attention without rousing Mr. Holden. She would get them for me." "Good! I will go with you." "Will you?" asked Herbert, gladly. He had felt a little doubt as to the result of his expedition, as, if Mr.
"If we find a nugget, it won't do you any good. Do you understand, Hogan?" "Yes, I understand." He shrugged his shoulders, having very little faith in any prospective nuggets. "Then we understand each other. That's all I want." On the second day Joe and Mr. Bickford consolidated their claims and became partners, agreeing to divide whatever they found. Hogan was to work for them jointly.
Landlord Parrott was obliged to make one circuit of the track before he could control his steeds, but the triumphal rush down the length of the yelling grand-stand was an ovation that Cap'n Sproul did not relish. He concealed the hateful plug hat between his knees, and scowled straight ahead. Parrott did not go back after the Honorable Bickford.
"This is a plot, gentlemen," said the man from Pike, glancing uneasily at the faces around him, in which he read disbelief of his statements. "My word is as good as his." "Maybe it is," said Mr. Bickford. "I'll call another witness. Joe, jest tell our friends here what you know about the gentleman from Pike. If I'm lyin', say so, and I'll subside and never say another word about it."
"You're right, stranger," said the Pike man complacently. "What did you do when the teacher give you a lickin'?" asked Mr. Bickford. "What did I do?" yelled the Pike County man, with a demoniac frown. "Exactly so." "I shot him!" said the Pike man briefly. "Sho! How many teachers did you shoot when you was a boy?" "Only one. The rest heard of it and never dared touch me."
He looked out of the window, and, not content with that, went out of the front door, and, shading his eyes with his hands, looked up the road. But he could see nothing of Mr. Richmond. Abner began to fear that he had lost his bargain. "I guess I'll put on my hat and go round to the tavern," he said to Mrs. Bickford.
Waal, I didn't go to do it." "It is unconscious wit, Mr. Bickford," said Kellogg. "Pooty good joke, ain't it?" said Joshua complacently. "Susan-cide, and her name is Susan. Ho! ho! I never thought on't."
"It must have been between ten and eleven o'clock." "We did not go to sleep at once. Mr. Bickford and I were talking over our plans." "I wish I'd been awake when the skunk come round," said Bickford. "I'd have grabbed him so he'd thought an old grizzly'd got hold of him." "Did you notice anything in his manner that led you to think he intended robbery?" asked Kellogg.
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