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'Anyhow, it seems a hard thing to die, I remarked. 'Seems so, he said thoughtfully. 'Jes' like ever'thing else them 'at knows much about it don' have a great deal t' say. Looks t' me like this: I cal'ate a man hes on the everidge ten things his heart is sot on what is the word I want ? 'Treasures? I suggested. 'Thet's it, said he. 'Ev'ry one hes about ten treasures. Some hev more some less.
The sheriff laid a hand of the law suggestively against his chest. The tinker chuckled again. "I certainly was. It would have been pretty discouraging for Miss O'Connell if you'd found her before we had the defense ready; and it would have been awkward for you to have to take a lady in custody." "I cal'ate that's about right." And the sheriff relaxed into a grin.
It was just about this time that the storekeeper at Lebanon got the Green County sheriff on the 'phone, and squared his conscience. "I cal'ate she's the guilty party," were his closing remarks. "She'd never ha' lighted out o' this 'ere town afore Christian folks were out o' bed ef she hadn't had somethin' takin' her. And what's more, she's keepin' bad company."
There were two men in the runabout, both of them tense and alert, their heads craned far in advance of the rest of them, their eyes scanning the diverging roads. "I cal'ate she's gone that way." The driver swung the whip, indicating the road that ran south. "Wall I cal'ate so, too," agreed the other. "But then again she mightn't." They reined in and discovered the tinker.
Ignorant though Davie was, and hopelessly incompetent as an officer, he had a certain kindly tolerance, increased, perhaps, by his own recent difficulties, that made him more approachable than any other man in the cabin. After a time he added, "I cal'ate I got to tell the captain." Davie's manner implied that he was taking us into his confidence.
Uncle William sat up from a cat-nap, rubbing his eyes and blinking a little. "I cal'ate to stay quite a spell yet." He stretched his great legs slowly, first one and then the other, as if testing them. Reproach filled the artist's eyes. "You've not lain down all night!" "Didn't need to," said Uncle William. He got to his feet briskly. "I slep' a good deal comin' down in the boat.
Finally: "There was a launch answerin' to that description stopped here about" he gazed at the sun "about two hours ago, I cal'ate. She was black, but she didn't have no name on her so far as I could see. I sold 'em thirty gallons o' gas an' they went on out toward the bar." "Who was on her?" asked Steve quickly. "Two or three men I never seen before. Three, I cal'ate there was.
"I don't suppose you have the least idee how you look," he said. "I cal'ate to have you look a sight better'n that 'fore Sergia sees you." The artist's face flushed. "Give me the glass." Uncle William shook his head. "I've got to hustle to get these things done." He drew the sailor's knot firmly in place. "I cal'ate to have everything ready so 's to get an early start."
"That bacon's burnin'; I cal'ate I'd better turn it, hadn't I?" "I cal'ate you had," and Patsy grinned back at him derisively. The tinker was master of ceremonies, and he served her as any courtier might have served his liege lady.
"You've said it. I've got a drawer full of notes." "And you've quit farmin'?" "Say, I'll tell ye the land has gone up so it wouldn't pay. Peasley an' I cal'ate that we're goin' to git rich this summer sellin' lots." "Wake up, man. You're dreamin'," said Samson.
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