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The enemies of their faith did not molest them except for a yelp of derision now and then, and a long-drawn howl from the Hounds, kept well back by the Herd of the Lost, under the command of Redfield. He stood in the chief place among these, and at his right hand Matthew Braile leaned on his stick.
But you must make allowance for my being in such high spirits. I haven't breathed so free in a coon's age. I would like to have stowed Dylks for a little while in the loft with ours! But Mis' Braile wouldn't hear of it. Well, we've seen the last of him, I hope. And now we're hearing the last of him."
Mother, have you got anything fit to eat, this evening?" "You might try and see," Mrs. Braile responded in what seemed their habitual banter. "Well, don't brag," the Squire returned, and between them they welcomed the stranger to a meal that he said he had not tasted the like of in all his Western travel. It seemed that their guest did not smoke, and the Squire alone lighted his pipe.
Braile continued with a certain note of indignation as for unjust neglect of the pair, "but what James Redfield and Jane has got along very well together." "Oh, yes, they've got along," the Squire assented. "He's got along with her, and she's got along with the children plenty of them. I reckon she's what he wanted, and they're what she did." The stranger looked a little puzzled.
Murmurs of reply came from Mrs. Braile at times, but Sally mainly kept the word. "Well, and what do you think of Nancy Billun's lettun' her Joey go off with the Little Flock, her talkun' the way she always done about 'em? Of course he's safe with Mr.
As they mounted the steps, Braile stopped him at the sound of voices in the kitchen. A prevalent voice was the voice of Sally. "Well, just one sup more, Mis' Braile. You do make the best coffee!
"Well, that wasn't anything out o' the common, but what Dylks done to the Devil beat all the preachun', I reckon." "How'd it get out? Devil tell?" "No. Brother Enraghty told, and Sally she got it putty straight from the wife of the man that he told it to." "Go on," Braile said. "I can hardly wait to hear."
"Of course, Squire Braile," he said, "this ain't the last of Dylks, and it ain't the last of us. It's a sin and a shame to have the thing going on among us. You know that as well as I do. It's got to be stopped. If he'd got his just dues from you "
In the meantime Braile, who came in behind him, stood easing himself from one foot to the other, with an ironical eye slanted at Reverdy from under his shaggy brows; he dropped his head now, and began walking up and down the room while he listened in a sort of sarcastic patience. "Ain't you goin' to have anything to eat, Mr. Braile?" his wife demanded, with plaintive severity.
Matthew Braile alone had the courage to disable their judgment which he liked to say was no more infallible than so much Scripture, but the hardy infidel, who knew so much law and was inexpugnable in his office, owned that he could not make head against their gospel.
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