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Lord, brat " Here the man reseated himself. "Ye ought to hear that bloke bluster when he found out ye'd got Andy back. Now for me I were glad, for I knowed all along the dwarf didn't kill Eb's daddy. But in this world I find ye got to look out for yerself first. That air how I got the five thousand." "I see!" flared Tess, her disapproval of his spying getting the better of her fear.
His banjo stood against the wall just outside his cell, and under the lamp. "No," said Mr. Daddles, "we're awaiting our trial in the morning, the same as you." "What was your crime, anyway? Whistling?" Justin shook his head at the man in the cell. "You fellers better look out, all on ye," said he. "Eb's pretty mad. An' he's got a bad temper when he gets riled, I tell you.
"It's Waldstricker's brat," declared Jake, exultantly. "I were a snoopin' 'round Eb's place an' run on 'er down near the road by that there bunch of tamaracks. I says, 'What air the matter, Kid, an' she says, 'I want my ma. I says, 'Come along an' I'll git 'er fer ye, an' the kid come jest like a lamb goes to the slaughterhouse." And Jake threw back his head and roared.
He knew this marked the beginning of the "blazed trail," and that he must be very wide-awake and show considerable "gumption" if he wanted to follow that line to the pond. Not every tree was spotted. Only at intervals of fifteen or twenty yards he came upon a trunk with two small pieces chopped out of it on opposite sides. These were Uncle Eb's way-marks.
Down's money, she says; ''tis mine, an' I want you to see to it. I said I would, but we'd made a plot to git some o' them soldiers' headstones that's provided by the government. 'Twas a shame it had been overlooked so long. 'No, says she; 'I'm goin' to pay for Eb's myself. An' I told her there wouldn't be no objection. Don't ary one o' you speak about it. 'Twouldn't be fair.
Whereat I concluded that Uncle Eb's humour was as deep as it was kindly, but I have never been quite sure whether the remark was a compliment or a bit of satire. The folks of Faraway have been carefully if rudely pictured, but the look of my own person, since I grew to the stature of manhood, I have left wholly to the imagination of the reader.
He confessed that he was thoroughly "winded" when he had been following the trail for nearly two hours, so he seated himself upon a withered stump beside it to rest. He had relinquished the idea that the track would bring him out near Uncle Eb's camp. Had it led thither, he would have rejoined his comrades long before this.
At last however, we heard him once more on the stairs. He came down, on tip-toe, holding up two keys. He was smiling gleefully. "They were in Eb's desk and all tagged and numbered." In a moment or two we were all out in the corridor. Our new friend locked all the cell doors, and hung up his key on its hook. "It shall be an unsolved mystery to them all.
When we had dug our worms and were on our way to the brook with pole and line a squint of elation had hold of Uncle Eb's face. Long wrinkles deepened as he looked into the sky for a sign of the weather, and then relaxed a bit as he turned his eyes upon the smooth sward. It was no time for idle talk. We tiptoed over the leafy carpet of the woods.
"That evenin' Eb come in an' set down on the edge of a chair, experimental, like he was testin' the cane. "'Miss Cally, s'e, when Elspie was out o' the room, 'you goin' t' let her go with them folks to the Alice County poorhouse? "I guess I dissembulated some under my eyelids bein' I see t' Eb's mind was givin' itself little lurches.
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