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"Can you tell them apart?" asked Pitkin. Gabe grinned. "Yes, suh," he answered. "They is a difference." Pitkin looked at Gabe sharply. He knew that the old negro felt one colt to be better than the other. "All right then," he said after a moment. "Tell you what I'll do. You've been deviling me for that five hundred dollars till I'm sick of listening to you.
On the other side he had one enemy left the last, too, of her race who was more to him than his own dead kindred, who hated him, who placed at his door all her sorrows. For her he was living like a wolf in a cave, and old Gabe knew it. Her he would not leave. "I tell ye, Rome, you've got to go. Thar's no use talkin'. Court comes the fust Monday in June. The soldiers ull be hyeh. Hit won't be safe.
The "depot hill" is not as high as Whittaker's Hill, but the view is almost as extensive. "Excuse me, Mister," observed Gabe, after an interval, "but you ain't said where you're goin'." The passenger came out of his day dream with a start. "Why, that's right!" he exclaimed. "So I haven't! Well, now, where would you go, if you was me? Is there a hotel or tavern or somethin'?" "Yup.
Now he had come in and ensconced himself in the corner behind the stove, where he preserved a complete silence. He had a rather rough face and was flashily dressed. Altogether, Gabe hardly liked his looks, put as long as a man paid his bill and did not stir up a row Gabe Foley did not interfere with him.
"Mist' Curry, you been mighty good to me, one way'n anotheh, an' I'd like to ast yo' fo' some advice." "Well," said the old man, "advice is like medicine, Gabe easy to give but hard to take. What's troublin' you now?" "Mist' Curry, yo' 'membeh me tellin' yo' 'bout that Gen'al Duval colt of mine how he neveh did look the same to me since I got him?"
Grimsby remarked. "But I feel that I must get on my way as soon as possible. Gabe may be home at any minute, and he will be very angry if I am not there when he comes." "Don't you worry about Gabe," John assured her. "I shall settle with him if he makes a fuss when I am there," "Oh, but he will wait until you get away, and then he'll begin.
Busy as Si had been, he had kept constantly in mind the possibility of Gabe's attempting some mischief, and did not let himself lose sight of the rebel's gun. He quickly rose, and with a few strides, placed himself between Gabe and his gun. "Where are you goin'?" he said sternly. "I'm a-gwine away," replied the man, in terror-stricken accents. "I'm a-gwine away mouty quick.
He asked about most everybody, but about Willie, especial. I judged Peter T. had dropped a hint to him and to Gabe. Anyhow, the old critter give out that he wouldn't trust a poet with the silver handles on his grandmarm's coffin. As for Grace, she acted dreadful nervous and worried.
He went to bed finally, but sleep would not come, and he rose again and built up the fire and sat by it, waiting for day. His own doctrine, sternly taught for many a year, had come home to him; and the miller's face when he opened his door was gray as the breaking light. THERE was little peace for old Gabe that day at the mill.
When we got dar he gabe me a quarter an' tole me to loaf roun' until de races was called. Dis war jus' what I wanted, fur I knowed dat de Skylarks who used to own Vina libbed at Platte City, an' I t'ought likely some ob dem mought be at de races.
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