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Oh, yes, he did; and Pap's got his pieces of ore upstairs in a bandanner; and him and Shade Buckheath aims to git it away from you-all and oh, I don't know what!" There fell a long silence. At last Johnnie's voice broke it, asking very low: "Did they how was Uncle Pros hurt?" "Neither of 'em touched him," Mavity hastened to assure her.
You could get along for a spell without me don't you think you could? Honey," she spoke desperately. "I've just got to find Shade Buckheath I must see him." "Sure, we'll get along all right, Johnnie," Laurella put in eagerly.
"You were right under my window when you stopped," Johnnie explained to him. "I watched you-all when you started away. I was sure you would beat." "We did," Stoddard assured her. "But we came near missing it. That connection Buckheath put in for me the evening you were with him on the Ridge worked loose. But I discovered the trouble in time to fix it."
"Room for another boarder?" he asked laconically. The old man nodded. "I reckon there's always room, ef it's asked for," he returned. "Hit's the one way I got to make me a livin', with Louvany dyin' off and Mavity puny like she is. I have obliged to keep the house full, or we'd see the bottom of the meal sack." "All right," agreed Buckheath, rising, and treating the matter as terminated.
Wait thar!" she called to him. The others lingered, too, a moment, till they saw it was a girl following; then they turned and sauntered slowly on, still singing: "Ef I was a little bird, I'd nest in the tallest tree, That leans over the waters of the beautiful Tennessee." The words came back to Buckheath and Mandy in velvety bass and boyish tenor.
Poor Mandy made inarticulate moanings and reached up her arms; Shade Buckheath cursed softly under his breath; the women and children stared, eager to lose no detail. "I always have said, and I always shall say, that chaps as young as that ain't got no business around whar machinery's at!"
Do you mean by that that you're ready to run your heads into a noose? "'We don't have to run our heads into nary noose, says Sam Dawson. 'Shade Buckheath is a-standin' in with us. He knows all them mill fellers, an' their ways. He aims to he'p us; an' we'll ketch one o' them men out, and carry him off up here som'ers, and hold him till they pay us what we ask.
For himself, the young man was a prevalent type among his people. Brown, well built, light on his feet, with heavy black hair growing low on his forehead, and long blackish-gray eyes, there was something Latin in the grace of his movements and in his glance. Life ran strong in Shade Buckheath.
"Why, the man's old enough to be her grand-daddy, let alone her father. Gid Himes the old What in the name of ? Johnnie and you think Himes is mixed up with this young man that's been laywaid him and Buckheath? Lord, what is all this business?"
If she was kept late at the hospital, Mavity put by a bite of cold supper for her, and Mandy always waited to see that she had what she wanted. On the day after Shade Buckheath and Gideon Himes had come to their agreement, she stopped at the hospital for a briefer stay than usual.
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