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"But y'u'll wait till I've shot the lights out of this Isbel." "No!" she cried. "Take me away now.... An' I'll give in I'll be what y'u want.... Y'u can do with me as y'u like." Colter's lofty frame leaped as if at the release of bursting blood. With a lunge he cleared the threshold to loom over her. "Am I out of my haid, or are y'u?" he asked, in low, hoarse voice.
I seed a hack drive long by wid two gemmen a-settin' up in hit, en one un em des es well es I is, but w'en I helt Marse Dan up right high, he shake his haid en pint ter de udder like he kinder skeered. 'Dis yer's my young brudder, he sez, speakin' sof'; 'en dis yer's my young Marster, I holler back, but he shake his haid agin en drive right on.
"I ain't never bowed my haid to Minty Brown an' I ain't a-goin' to do it now," was his mother's only reply. "Oh, ma," Kitty put in, "you don't want to get talked about up here, do you?" "We 'd jes' as well be talked about fu' somep'n we did n't do as fu' somep'n we did do, an' it would n' be long befo' we 'd come to dat if we made frien's wid dat Brown gal. I ain't a-goin' to do it.
I cain't watch Navvyies 'n' mill things over in m' haid at the same time." Lite grinned and wriggled over so that his back was against a rock. He laid his six-shooter Ostentatiously across his lap and got out his tobacco and papers. "Go ahead and think, Applehead," he consented placidly. "I'll guard your scalp-lock." Speaking literally, Applehead had no scalplock to guard.
Footfalls, shuffling, approached the speaker. "Tom Sands is daid, dat's whut he is," resumed the first speaker, "leastways as good as daid, 'cause he's just a-layin' thah an' kain't move er speak. An' look at me, look at my haid. De ol' man hit him pow'ful hahd, an' ef he didn't hit me jest de same, it wasn't no fault o' his'n, I tell you. He jes' soon killed bof of us niggers thah as not.
But breaking a big drove, or driving them to Marco that'd be a job I'd rather dodge. It'd take a month, even with a small herd." "Hardman an' Wiggate have several outfits working, mebbe fifty riders all told. They've been handlin' hosses. Reckon Wiggate would jump at buyin' up a thousand haid, all he could get. He's from St. Louis an' what he knows aboot wild hosses ain't a hell of a lot.
De onliest thing which dey is to do when you kills a witch rabbit is to cut off de haid f'um de body an' bury de haid on de north side of a log, an' den bury de body on de south side so's dey can't jine together ag'in an' resume witchin'. So you havin' failed to do so, 'tain't no wonder you been havin' sech a powerful sorry time." He started to return the foot to its owner, but snatched it back.
"Five dollehs is er big price fer bo'd, but 'tain't no big price fer the bo'd of er crazy man," he said, finally. "What do you think you ought to get?" asked the judge. "Well," answered Alek, in the manner of one deep in a balancing of the scales, "he looks like er devil, an' done skears e'rybody, an' ma chillens cain't eat, an' I cain't sleep, an' he ain't right in his haid, an' "
Marse Bob done knock his heels higher'n his haid. Oh, glory!" And puffing and sweating he dived into the fort with all the canteens. He had brought the water. But "Marse Jim, please, sar, make dis water go fur as possible," he pleaded. "'Twon't take much mo' dat kind o' work 'foh dar'll be one nigger less in dis world. No, sar!
We've got to get all Malapi busy. A dozen business men have got to come down and open up their stores so's we can get supplies," agreed Emerson. Joyce, her face flushed and eager, broke in. "Ring the fire bell. That's the quickest way." "Sure enough. You got a haid on yore shoulders. Dave, you attend to that. Bob, hit the dust for the big saloons and gather men.
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