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Updated: May 16, 2025
She's bin house-cleanin' wid me, an' it 'pears like she's 'cryin' all the time, day an' night, an' me an' another woman got her to see you, if I'd git you to come to Mr. Hatfield's at noon." I found her wringing her hands and weeping bitterly.
Fred Hatfield's body had been found in the river, yet a boy was traveling about the country bearing Fred Hatfield's name. The guide finally unfolded himself and rose slowly to his full height, preparatory to going back to the kitchen regions. He was nearly seven feet tall, and painfully thin. He grinned down upon Ruth Fielding as she gazed in wonder at his proportions.
You could drive over and take your family to either of three places: to a colored family on Macallister Street, by the name of Hall; or to Levi Coffin's, on the corner of Ninth and Walnut Streets; or bring them here to John Hatfield's. At either of these places you are as sure of going through safe as if you were already in Canada."
Nor did she wish the strange boy to depart so secretly. Mr. Cameron expected to find him here when he came in the morning, she was sure. Although Mr. Cameron only supposed him an ordinary runaway, and perhaps wished to advise him to return to his mother, Ruth knew well that Fred Hatfield's was no ordinary case of vagabondage. Ruth hesitated on the stairs for some minutes. Uncle Jabez snored.
Bill Hatfield's gettin' to be a loonatic. I tells him the last time I has my hoss shod that if he keeps on pourin' down that Hickman whiskey, he'll shorely die, an' begin by dyin' at the top. These yere illoosions of his shows I drives the center. Then the Jedge oncovers the basket an' turns out the little hawg. When nigger Dick sees him, he falls on his knees.
But that slight flush betrayed Hatfield to Lawler; it told Lawler that Hatfield knew why there were no cars. And Lawler's eyes chilled as his gaze met Hatfield's. "I've talked that matter over with the railroad people several times," said Hatfield, in an impersonal, snapping voice. "They tell me that you cattle owners are to blame.
In my case, I made arrangements with Jim Lefingwell, the buyer at Willets, as long ago as last spring. But Lefingwell isn't buyer any more, and Gary Warden, the present buyer, refuses to recognize my agreement with Lefingwell." "A written agreement?" "Unfortunately not. Lefingwell's word was always good." Hatfield's smile was very near a sneer.
"Hatfield," interrupted Lawler, gravely, "it seems to me that the people of this state are always taking medicine political medicine. That's what I have come to talk with you about." Hatfield's smile faded. His eyes gleamed coldly. "What's wrong, Lawler?" "It's cars, Hatfield or rather no cars," he added, grimly.
The tall man knew all about it, and was willing enough to talk. He sat down beside the fire and answered Ruth's questions most cheerfully. "Ya-as, I knowed old man Hatfield," he said. "He's been dead goin' on ten year. That Fred wasn't good to his mother. His half-brothers children of Old Man Hatfield's fust wife is nicer to their marm than Fred was. Oh, ya-as! he was shot by 'Lias, all right.
Then his opponent talked and sang; and as this produced no noticeable effect, he danced, and stooping, began "to cut the pigeonwing" directly under the rifle-barrel. At this a soundless chuckle swept over Hatfield's shoulders. With a face motionless he drew backward his gun and turning quietly, spat out a quid of tobacco as if it were all that interfered with his aim.
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