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Now, mind, the fight was still a-goin' on and right at the hot of the fight, and the feller, all excited, you know, like he was, and the soldier that had his leg shot off gittin' kindo' fainty like, and his head kindo' stuck back over the feller's shoulder that was carryin' him.
Luke Tweezy's thin and sandy eyebrows lifted up in what would pass with almost any one for surprise. "Who?" "Jack Harpe." "Dunno him." Indifferently too indifferently. "You dunno him long, slim feller, black hair and eyes, and a hawky kind of nose? Jack Harpe. Shore you know him. Why, I seen " Racey broke off abruptly. "Yeah," prompted Luke Tweezy after an interval. "You seen what?"
"Now ladies and gentlemen," he said in the tones of a showman addressing an audience, "this here pretty little feller from th' city's goin' t' show us Hill-Billies how t' spark a gal." The bully's friend applauded loudly, roaring at the top of his voice, "Marry 'em, Wash. Marry 'em. You can do hit as good as a parson! You'd make a good parson. Let's see how'd you go at hit."
He said his mother used to read about some "old feller that was jist covered with biles," so I read Job to him, and he was full of surprise they didn't "git some cherry bark and some sasparilly and bile it good and gin it to him." He had a side room to his cabin, which was his bedroom; so that night he spread down a buffalo robe and two bearskins before the fire for Jerrine and me.
Well, I knew nobody could ever stand up to Drew. "The chief is talkin' fast and hard. The young feller shakes his head. Drew begins talkin' again. You'd think he was pleadin' for his life in front of a jury that meant him wrong. His hands go out like he was makin' an election speech. He holds one hand down like he was measurin' the height of a kid.
"Don't get waxy, old feller," said the performer in a youthful voice, "I ain't a-goin' to charge you nothink for it. I always do my music gratis; havin' a bee-nevolient turn o' mind." The door was slammed violently, and "Rule Britannia" immediately burst forth with renewed and pointed emphasis. Presently it ceased, and a knock came to Barret's door.
'Tain't none of my funeral, only they ain't always a-carin' how they goes after a feller. So long," and soon he was a cloud of dust on the horizon. "Trouble!" snorted Red; "well, between dodgin' Harris an' huntin' Hopalong I reckons they'll shore find her." Then to himself he murmured, "Funny how everythin' comes his way."
"Now, then, young feller, call up the office!" she commanded. The man obeyed. Indeed few would have dared to resist. "Now get away and let the Missis talk to your boss. Tell him what we think of such doings, Missis." I, too, obeyed her. I stated the case in firm language. He apologized, he grovelled.
Old Jerry thrust his head forward slightly, as if seeing his visitor for the first time, and said: "There's ijeers in this book, I wanter tell yer. It's about an awful smart feller who had ways of his own in gettin' at the bottom o' things kind of a detecative chap." Snubby looked at the title and saw that it was "The Mystery of the Million Dollar Diamond."
Any one could of told from that doctor's actions Hank was as good as a dead man already. But Hank, he makes a big effort, and he says: "Shucks! I'm sixty-eight years old, doctor, and I hain't never had a sick day in my life." But he was awful uneasy too. The doctor, he says to the feller with him: "Looey, bring me one of the sample size."
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