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Updated: June 6, 2025
When Flea leaned over Flukey to say goodnight to him, she breathed: "This be the promised land, all right, Fluke! Ain't we lucky kids to be here?" With infinite tenderness, Ann led Flea into the pretty blue bedroom. The girl drew back with an exclamation. "It's too nice for a squatter! But I'm glad you put Fluke in that red place, 'cause it looks so warm and feels warm. But me "
Before they could rally to ward off the blow, a touchdown resulted, though again the kick for goal failed, owing to the flukey wind, as some of the chagrined Marshall players hastened to explain. It began to look serious for the visitors, with Marshall again in the lead. Time was a factor to be counted on now in deciding matters.
The dignity of the prefix made Flukey spit upon his hands before he started to climb the pole. Flea came closer and stood almost breathless. Her parted lips showed small, even, white teeth, her eyes glistened, and flashes of red blood crimsoned her face.
"I'm Flukey Cronk, Sir," he broke forth, "and Pappy Lon Cronk stole my sister Flea, and he's goin' to give her to Lem Crabbe to be his woman, and Lem won't marry her, either. Will ye help me to get her back? Brother Horace said as how ye could. Pappy Lon's a thief, too, and so is Lem. If ye'd see Lem Crabbe, ye'd help my sister."
"He ain't goin' to be e't, I says!" So forceful were her tones that Flukey offered no more suggestions; but stared miserably at the sun as it rose up from the east, dispersing the cold, gray morning fog. Presently Flea stood up and said decisively: "We've got to eat. Ye stay here while I hunt for somethin'." She darted away before Flukey could remonstrate.
She was standing at the door with her ear to the keyhole. She heard the servant pass her, heard the door open, and Lon's voice asking for Mr. Shellington. Then she slid back to Flukey, trembling from head to foot. "Ye're sick, Dear," said the boy. "Get off this bed, Snatchet! Lay down here by me, Flea and rest." The girl dropped down beside him and closed her eyes with a groan.
"Nope, not now; but when I were at the top of that pole I got a damn good twist. It's better now." "Then let's mog along," said Flea, "'cause we can eat all we want, now we got money." For two weeks Flea and Flukey lived on the fat of the land. The country afforded them haystacks, and the brooks, clear water.
He's a growin' thinner and thinner every minute, and Snatchet be that starvin' he could eat another mut bigger'n himself." The girl made no answer to this, but tucked Squeaky's pink nose under the blue-shirted arm and sat mute. Flukey, encouraged, went on. "Nobody'd buy Snatchet he's only a poor, damn, shiverin' cuss." "If we selled Prince Squeaky, some'un'd eat him," mourned Flea.
To tell Flukey would only make him very ill again. Lon was advancing toward her as these thoughts raced through her mind. She drew back when he thrust out one of his horny hands. "I ain't a goin' to hit ye, Flea; but I'm goin' to make ye know that I ain't goin' to have no foolin', and that ye belong to me, and so does Flukey, and that, when I come for ye, ye're to have yer duds ready."
Flukey staggered to his sister's side. "Let me tell ye how it was, Mister," he begged, his eyes bloodshot and restless. "We be lookin' for a good land where boys don't have to steal, and when they get sick they get well again." Here Flea burst forth impetuously. "He has such hellish rheumatiz that he can't set in no dark prison. I can set weeks among rats and bugs what be in all prisons!
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