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Smilingly Carrington folded the warrant and handed it to Yancy. "Well, what are you goin' to do about hit, Bob?" inquired Balaam. "Maybe I'd ought to go. I'd like to oblige the squire," said Yancy. "When does this here co't set?" demanded Uncle Sammy. "Hit don't do much else since he's took with the lumbago," answered Balaam somewhat obscurely.
A coyote clamored shrilly beyond the next rise; a horse blew luxuriously feeding in the bunch-grass. Curly Bill launched into his tale. "He was justice of the peace and used to hold co't in those days whenever he'd run on to a man he wanted. Always packed a double-barrel shotgun and he'd usually managed to throw it down on a fellow while he tried the case and named the fine.
"The eleventh of March." "Isn't it early for the thaw?" "Listen to 'im!" exclaimed the Sister delightedly. "Early is it! Sure th' freshet co't thim all. Look, darlint, ye kin see th' drive from here." "I see," said Thorpe wearily, "when can I get out?" "Not for wan week," replied the Sister decidedly.
Mebby later them visitors gets roped up before a co't, or jury, to tell whatever they may know. So, as I says, an' merely statin' a great trooth in Texas ettyquette, yereafter on beholdin' a fellow-bein' with a calf laid out to mark, don't go near him a little bit. It's manners to turn your back onto him an' ignore him plumb severe.
Ef yo' go down dyah now, I kin show it to yo', inside de line fence, whar it hed done bin ever since long befo' ole marster wuz born. But Cun'l Chahmb'lin wuz a mons'us perseverin' man, an' ole marster he wouldn' let nobody run over 'im. No, dat he wouldn'! So dey wuz agwine down to co't about dat, fur I don' know how long, till ole marster beat 'im.
I declare she is the most engaging little minx. Eve'y man sta'ed at her. I wish she would marry again and be happy. She doesn't know what a happy love affair can be poor baby." "Do you?" asked her husband. "Are you beginning to co't me again, Curt?" "Have I ever ceased? you little Rebel!" "No," she said under her breath.
Oi've known yez under all sorts of circumstances, me laddie buck, and I can tell when you're spakin' the whole truth and whin you're tryin' to hide something. Oi'm yer fri'nd, Eph, and ye know it. Phwoy don't ye spake out and make a clane breast av it? Phwat's the mather?" "I don't like to have nobody stomp on my co't tail," mumbled the Vermonter.
He had not thought that they would dare to violate the seal around which he had woven such a halo. He saw that all was over, and, throwing up his hands with a despairing gesture, he bowed graciously and left the room with the constable. All Miltonville had the story next day, and waited no less eagerly than before for the "settin' of co't."
"I want to I want to " he floundered; "I would like to get on my shoes and my co't and and I'll be right back. I won't try to I'll be right back, I say." Mr. Nute suspended his reading, looked over his spectacles, and gave the required permission. Perhaps it occurred to his official sense that a bit more dignified attire would suit the occasion better.
"W'y, la, man, Brothah Buford was in co't to-day. Whaih is he? Brothah Buford, whaih you?" But no answer came from the surrounding spectators. Brother Buford had faded away. The old lady, however, after due conventions, was permitted to go home.
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