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Updated: September 6, 2025
Take a lickin', an' I bet ye'll stay to hum. I would!" With a spiteful shake of the black curls, she rubbed a bare toe over Snatchet's yellow back. "I wish I was a boy," she went on. "While I hate stealin', I'd do it to have ye stay to hum, Flukey; then ye'd get well. And " She broke off abruptly and lowered her eyes to the shore, where Lem and Lon were in earnest conversation.
He was confounded by the thought that a short time before she had stood as a ragged boy before him. She had been transformed into womanhood by Ann's clothing. Flea bent over Flukey and hid her face. Even when Horace had discovered the pig in the salad, her embarrassment had been of small moment to this.
She could not openly admit that Snatchet resembled anything beautiful she had ever seen, when the boy, his lips twitching with agony, held his pet up toward her. "Ye can take him, Ma'm," groaned Flukey. "He only bites bad 'uns like Lem Crabbe." Snatchet, feeling the importance of the moment, lifted his head and shot forth a slavering tongue.
Fledra rose silently to her feet, her ready intelligence grasping the great fact that she was free, that the magnificent stranger had come for her, that he claimed her as his. She was free from Lem, from Lon, free to go back to Flukey. Lem's menacing shadow had lifted slowly from her life, cast away by her own blood.
He put out his hand and touched Crabbe. "We ain't goin' to steal nothin' in this house, Lem," he said sullenly; "but I'll come tomorry and take the kids. Then we be done with this town. Ye'll get yer brother ready by tomorry mornin'. Ye hear, Flea?" "Yes," answered Flea dully. "If Flukey be too sick to walk, he can ride.
Many were the times he wept in boyish bitterness against the commands of Lon, revealing his sorrows to Flea, who listened moodily. "I wouldn't steal nothin' if I was you," she said again and again. But Flukey one day silenced this reiteration by confiding to her that Pappy Lon had threatened to turn her to his trade if he rebelled.
And you're certainly better than when you came, in spite of this little setback." Floyd closed his eyes, and Horace saw silent tears rolling down the boy's cheeks. The young man bent over him. "Floyd, are you worrying about your sister?" Flukey nodded an affirmative. "Why?" "Because she ain't the same as she was. And she ain't happy any more, and I can't make her tell me.
The phantom-like figure passed almost near enough to touch the rigid girl. Its lips opened, and a hoarse, owl-like cry aroused the sleepy birds above. "It's Screechy!" murmured Flea, dropping back in fear. "She's come seekin' Flukey and me! The bats be flyin' in her head!"
It was the first exquisite joy that had come to Flukey Cronk. He stopped and disengaged his hand, to press it to his side as a pain made him gasp for breath. Then of a sudden he sank to the polished floor, still clinging to Snatchet. "Missus," he muttered, "I can't walk no more. Jest ye leave me here and git the grub for Flea." Flea turned sharply. "I don't eat when ye're sick, Fluke.
"Ye won't keep her now, I bet that!" Cronk smiled covertly. "Aw, don't ye believe it! She be as safe stuck in that hut as if I'd nailed her leg to the floor. Ye don't know Flea, ye don't, Lem. She didn't come back with us 'cause she were my brat, but 'cause we was goin' to kill Flukey and Shellington.
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