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"Matthew Braile wouldn't." "That infidel?" She drooped again. "Oh, well, I must do it. I must do it. I'll go and get ready and I'll come to you. What will Jane think?" "I'll take care of what Jane thinks. When do you expect Laban back?" "Not before sundown. I'll not come till I see him." "We'll be ready for you."
"But look here, Squire Braile, what about them that didn't believe it?" "Oh, then there were some there that didn't believe it! Well, I suppose nothing less than more miracles will do for them. Who were they?" "Well, of course, there was Jim Redfield; he's been ag'inst him from the first; and there was old George Nixon, and there was Hughey Blake, and a passel of the Hounds that I don't count."
Braile got back to his irony. "Well, that's an important question, Sally. I should call him Beelzebub, myself; but then I'm not a believer. That night when he first came, didn't he tell the people to call him just Dylks?" "Yes, he did, but that was for the present, he said." "Has he given himself any other name?" "Well, no." "Then I should let it go at Dylks." "Just plain Dylks? Mr.
If the works which have been done in Leatherwood had been done in Tyre and Sidon, the New Jerusalem would have come down in both places, for they did not stone the prophets as the Herd of the Lost did in Leatherwood." "He means that morning when he took up the pike and the fellows chased him into the tall timber," Braile whispered to his wife; "but I can't tell what he's driving at"
I don't say anything against it, mother," he said tenderly to his wife. "Jane was a good girl, especially after she got over her faith in Dylks, and she's a good woman. At least, Jim thinks so." Mrs. Braile contented herself as she could with his ironical concession. The stranger looked at his watch; he jumped to his feet. "Nine o'clock! Mrs. Braile, I'm ashamed.
"To yourself?" Dylks was silent again in the silence of a self-convicted criminal. He did not move. Braile had been walking up and down again in his excitement, in his enjoyment of the psychological predicament, and again he stopped before Dylks. "Why, you poor bag of shorts!" he said. "I could almost feel sorry for you, in spite of the mischief you've made.
"'Deed and 'deed, I'm not agoun' to speak at all, Squire Braile; but if you want to know you can see for yourself that they've got the Good Old Man here, and from the tell I've hearn they want you to try him; they've been hittun' him over the face and head all night."
Braile, said, without ceasing to smoke, "You're the first one I've seen this morning, except my wife. She wasn't at the camp-meeting."
If I had that fellow by the scruff of the neck!" The Squire knew he meant the sleeping sentinel at the thicket where Dylks had been hidden, and not Dylks. But he said nothing, and again Redfield spoke. "Look here, Squire Braile, I think you did a bad piece of business letting that fellow go." "I know you do, Jim, but I expect you'll think different when you've seen him." "Seen him?
I never seen the beat of it in all my born days." "You don't make out anything very strange, Abel Reverdy," Braile said, putting his pipe back into his mouth and beginning to smoke it again into a lost activity. "Well, I hain't come to it yit," Reverdy apologized. "I reckon there never was a bigger meetun' in Leatherwood Bottom, anywhere.
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