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"Shut up will you?" ejaculated Buckheath, so suddenly and fiercely that the old man fairly jumped, rousing the yellow cat to remonstrative squirmings. "I tell you I know my business, and I ask no advice of you will you board me?" "I cain't do it, Buck," returned Himes definitely. "I ain't got such a room to give you by yourself as you'd be willin' to take up with; and nobody comes into my room.
The blazing young eyes were on Miss Sessions's tortured countenance. "Oh, don't let those men get at Gray. They'll murder him!" sobbed the older woman, sinking once more to her knees. "Johnnie I've always been good to you, haven't I? You go and tell them that say that Shade Buckheath that somebody ought to " She broke off abruptly, and sprang up like a suddenly goaded creature.
I ain't got no auto to take you out ridin' in, but you're a blame sight safer with me than you are with him; and if I was to carry word to your mother or your uncle Pros about your doin's they'd say " "The last word my uncle Pros left with ma to give me was that you'd bear watchin', Shade Buckheath," laughed Johnnie, her face breaking up into sweet, sudden mirth at the folly of it all.
Meantime his expenses, though made fairly nominal to her, cut into the money which Johnnie could send to her mother, and she was full of anxiety for the helpless little family left without head or protector up in that gash of the wind-grieved mountains on the flank of Big Unaka. In these days Shade Buckheath vacillated from the suppliant attitude to the threatening.
"Shade whar's Johnnie?" panted Mandy, shaking him by the arm. "I been up to the house, and she ain't thar. Pap ain't thar, neither. I was skeered to name my business to Laurelly; Aunt Mavity ain't no help and, and Shade whar's Johnnie?" Buckheath looked down into her working, tragic face and his mouth hardened. "She ain't at home," he said finally. "I've been at Himes's all evening.
Try again, honey I'll bet S'lomy Buckheath would lend you one o' her'n." That was it; borrowing borrowing borrowing till they were known as the borrowing Passmores and became the jest of the neighbourhood. "No, I couldn't stand it," the girl justified herself. "I had obliged to get out and go where money could be earned me, that's big and stout and able."
An environment which builds lean, vigorous bodies, is apt to nourish keen, alert minds. Johnnie crowded into her few months of night reading a world, of ripening culture. Ever since the Sunday morning of the automobile ride, Shade Buckheath had been making elaborate pretense of having forgotten that such a person as Johnnie Consadine existed.
I imagine he found plenty of them that were ready to talk and some that were willing to do; but it chanced that Dawson and Jesse Groner were coming down to Cottonville that morning I passed Buckheath at the Hardwick gate, and he must have cut across the turn and followed me, intending to pick a quarrel. Then he met Dawson and Groner and framed up this other plan with their assistance.
"I think this thing'll work now for a spell, anyhow," Shade Buckheath's voice sounded sharply from the road behind them. "Are you afraid to attempt it, Miss Sessions?" the young man called to his companion. "If you are, we'll walk up, I'll telephone at the house for a trap and we'll drive back: Buckheath will take the machine in for us."
You ain't forgot, have you? Ever since that time I've intended to speak to you to tell you " "Well, you needn't do it," she interrupted him passionately. "I won't hear a word against Mr. Stoddard, if that's what you're aiming at." Buckheath fell back a pace and stared with angry eyes. "Stoddard Gray Stoddard?" he repeated. "What's a swell like that got to do with you and me, Johnnie Consadine?
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