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Updated: May 19, 2025
They all brightened up and came round me. "Heard my boy speak?" inquired one. "Reub Gadsden's his name." I told him I had heard no speaker thus far; and I mentioned Leola and Guy. "Hope the boy'll give us 'The Jumping Frog' again," said one. "I near bust." "What's the heifer speakin' this trip?" another inquired. "Huh! Her!" said a third.
She supported his elbow, for he seemed to have lost control of his limbs. He stared at her in a dazed way. "You'd better go and tell your Aunt Liza," he said. "I think I'll stay here a bit longer. Maybe my boy'll come and talk to me if I'm alone. We're partners, you know, and we lived here a good many years alone together. He wouldn't leave me not for the long voyage without a word.
"That would be too late. His case will come up in court this afternoon." "Well, if it does, the boy'll have to take the consequences. I always told him he shouldn't linger over delivering his orders. It will be a good lesson to him."
"The express agent'll be here next week to git what fellers wants to send to their folks the boy'll want to send some to his'n his bag'll be missin' 'bout then jist wait, and ef my words don't come true, call me greaser." The colonel pondered over the prophecy, and finally determined on another vigil outside Grump's hut.
"Guess boy'll come, too, or maybe he'll go on with his game?" The question was superfluous. Gopher hunting was a glorious sport, but walking hand in hand with Uncle Steve back to the house, even though bed and a bath were awaiting him, was a delight Marcel had no idea of renouncing.
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