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Updated: June 1, 2025
"I cal'ate there's no thanks due; your man paid for your keep; he sawed and split nigh a cord o' wood that night must ha' taken him 'most till mornin'." She paused an instant. "Didn't he" she nodded her head toward the closed door behind her "never tell you what brought him?" "Naught but that he wanted to find me."
"You know, the boy believed in her." "Yep, I know." "Well, I cal'ate we've got to, too." "Sure thing!" "Ye'll never say a word, then about seein' her; nuthin' to give the sheriff a hint where she might be?" "Why, mother!" The man laid a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her with accusing eyes.
"You're jest gettin' your wits back, that's all. I shouldn't wonder if you'd be real pert by the time we get there. I cal'ate you'll be considabul help to me dish-washin' an' so on." The towers and chimneys behind them dwindled. The smoke of the city faded to a blur and grew to clear azure. The wind blew against their faces. After a little the young man got to his feet. "I'm going to walk awhile."
The rest glowered at him with plain disapproval, while the storekeeper shifted the course of his thumb and wagged it at him instead. "Si Perkins, that's not for you to say nor me, neither. That's up to Green County; an' I cal'ate I'll 'phone over to the sheriff, come mornin', an' tell him our suspicions. By Jack-a-diamonds! I've got to square my conscience."
"Well" the sheriff thumbed the armholes of his vest in a business-like manner "I cal'ate we've waited about long enough, young man; supposin' you explain how you come to have those stones in your possession; and why you lied to me about her and sent me hiking off to that country club when you knew durned well where she was." The tinker laughed in spite of himself. "Certainly; it's very simple.
Never hitched him up in my mind to the thefts afore but I cal'ate it's the one man and he's it." "Guess you're right," the tinker agreed. "Last Saturday, when I came upon him again in an automobile still in my clothes, we had a final fight for the possession of the rags, which I still wore, and the " But he never finished.
The man eyed him narrowly; then cautiously he dropped into an attitude of exaggerated indifference. "It sure is young feller. Now you hain't been watchin' that there leadin' lady more particularly, have you? I sort o' cal'ate she might have a takin' way with the fellers," and he prodded the tinker with a jocular thumb. The tinker responded promptly with a foolish grin.
Well, I hope you get her. I didn't much like the looks of the fellers aboard her." "Where do you think they'd take her?" called Joe as the boat swung her stern around. "I dunno. They might switch around into the Essex River, or they might take her in Ipswich way, or they might head straight for Newburyport. If they wanted to hide her I cal'ate they might run in behind Plum Island somewheres."
"He believed in you," the woman said, simply, adding in a toneless voice: "I cal'ate I couldn't hate you. I never saw any one make death so sweet like as you done for him." Patsy spread her hands deprecatingly. "Why shouldn't it be sweet like? Faith! is it anything but a bit of the very road we've been traveling since we were born, the bit that lies over the hill and out of sight?"
He doled out the pill with careful hand. The young man looked at the bottle. "You haven't many left?" "Eight more," said Uncle William, rapping the cork into place. "That 'lows for one more fever for me afore I die I don't cal'ate to have but one more." He looked about for his hat. "I'm goin' out a little while," he said, settling it on his head. "Wait a minute, Uncle William."
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