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Updated: May 10, 2025
He knew instinctively about what Shade Buckheath was certainly no fit mate for Johnnie Consadine. And for the better to desert her poor, helpless, unschooled girl could only operate to push her toward the worse. These thoughts kept Stoddard wakeful company till almost morning.
Last thing I know of was fussin' with Gid Himes and Shade Buckheath about my silver ore. By Joe! I bet they got that stuff when I was took Johnnie, was I took sudden?" He seated himself on the lush, ancient, deep-rooted dooryard grass where, a half-hour gone, he had knelt, a harmless lunatic, playing mumblety peg. Half reluctantly Johnnie sank down beside him.
"Johnnie," she whispered again, "the that there thing they ride in the otty-mobile hit broke down, and Zack was over to Pres Blevin's blacksmith shop a-he'pin' 'em work on it all day yesterday. You know Pres he married Lura Dawson's aunt. Neither Himes nor Buckheath could git it to move, but by night they had it a-runnin' or so hit would run.
"Have it your way," she said finally in a suffering voice. "What's that you say? Are you goin' to take me?" demanded Buckheath, pressing close and reaching out a possessive arm to put around her. "I said yes," Johnnie shivered, pushing his hand away; "but but it'll only be when you can come to me and tell me that the children are all right. If you fail me there, I "
Whirling upon his adversary, he grappled him in his long arms, hugging like a grizzly, and shouting: "You, Gid Himes, wha'r's my specimens?" He shook the stranger savagely. "You an' Shade Buckheath you p'ar o' scoundrels give me back my silver specimens! Give me back my silver ore that shows about the mine for my little gal." "Uncle Pros!
Himes started so violently that he disturbed the equilibrium of his chair and brought the front legs to the floor with a slam, so that he sat staring straight ahead. Shade Buckheath whirled and saw Pros Passmore standing at the foot of the steps the moving speck come to full size. The old man was a wilder-looking figure than usual.
Mavity was listening in a sort of horror as she heard her father's tones. "Git down and pick 'em up every one! Don't you miss a one. Yo' eyes is younger'n mine. Hunt 'em up! hunt 'em up," hissed Pap, casting himself upon the handkerchief and its contents. "What is it?" questioned Buckheath keenly. "I thort you had some game on hand." And he hastened to comply. "Air they really silver?"
You wanted me to, didn't you?" anxiously. "Yes yes yes!" cried Johnnie, reaching up swift, nervous fingers to unfasten the cap from her hair, thrusting it in the pocket of the apron, and untying the apron strings. "Wait a minute. I must give these things back. Oh, let's hurry!" It was but a moment after that she emerged once more on the porch, and apparently for the first time noticed Buckheath.
So, in the manner of helpless creatures who cannot go out in the highway to accost fate, she was standing at the gate when she caught sight of Shade Buckheath approaching. Here was her opportunity. She must be doing something, and the nearest enterprise at hand was to foster and encourage this young fellow's pursuit of Johnnie.
She stepped ahead of him now, and Buckheath regarded her back with sullen, sombre eyes. What was he to do? How come nearer her when she thus held herself aloof? "Johnnie Consadine!" The girl checked her steps a bit at a new sound in his voice. "I'll tell you just one thing, and you'd better never forget it, neither. I ain't no fool.
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