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And when I found that the man who killed him, Lance Harriott, had been hidin' here, had been sendin' spies all around to find out all about your son, had been foolin' you and tryin' to ruin your gal as he had killed your boy, I knew that HE knew it, too." The door fell in with a crash.
I will, no mistake, dis time. He got up pretty close to the General, and said, 'Marsa Gen'l, you didn't tole Marfa 'bout I hidin' in de bush, did you? "'No, Ham; we said nothing about it to any one. "'Thank you, Marsa Gen'l; thank you, sah. I go now an' look after de hoses; I guess dey hungry. "'All right, Ham, said the General; 'go on. "Gen.
'Tis held everywhere that this move is nothin' but a decoy to get the men out o' hidin', and that done, back they'll all come and drop down on 'em." "Well, then, I'd best go back to wanst," cried Mrs. Tucker, starting up, "and try and put a stop to his comin', tho' whether he'll pay any heed to what I say is more than I'll answer for."
"Well, I do think it's just splendid!" gurgled the Countess. "It's every bit as good 's the one Mary got with a year's subscription t' the Household Treasure fer fifty cents. That one's got some hounds chasin' a deer and a man hidin' in 'the bushes, sost yuh kin jest see his head. It's an awful purty pitcher, but this one's jest as good. I do b'lieve it's a little bit better, if anything.
Buford. He turned down the collar of his coat which he had had closely up about his face and said: "Well, well, Sis' Callender, you sut'ny have spoiled us all." "La, Brothah Buford, come in hyeah an' set down. Whaih you been?" "I been hidin' fu' feah of that testimony you give in the court room. What did you do that fu'?" "La, me, I didn't know, you didn't 'splain to me in de fust."
"Though mebbe that'd been useless. I think he was hidin'. He's precious shy of his red skin. I've been after him these ten year, an' never ketched him nappin' yet. We'd have done much toward snuffin' out Legget an' his gang if we'd winged the Shawnee." "He left a plain trail." "One of his tricks.
The risen wind blew wildly in the black night without. But it was still dim and breathless in the room. "Mama," said the child, "is your soul hidin' from me?" Still the child was left unanswered. He waited, listening but was not answered. "Don't hide," he pleaded. "Oh, don't hide, for I'm not wantin' to play! Oh, mother, I'm wantin' you sore!"
Then the sheriff spoke again in an exultant tone. "I figured it was the best hidin' place you could find, Coyote. You're right; I was sort of bluffing, but I might have changed my mind an' gone on through with it. We've got you dead to rights, Coyote; you haven't got a chance. There's seven of us now an' every man is ready to open up if you come out of there a-shooting."
He'd bin stealin' hosses, and was hidin' with them in the big swamp, where nobody would 've suspicioned he was, if he hadn't stole chickens from the neighborhood to live on, and left their feathers layin' around careless like, and some boys, who thought the foxes was killin' the chickens, followed up the trail and run onto him." Then a bright idea occurred to him.
'Why is't ye're here alaun? his father demanded 'And whaur have ye been the livelong day? And what are ye cryin' for? 'Nothing, said Paul again. 'Ye're not such a fule, said Armstrong, 'as to be cryin' an' hidin' for naething, an' I'm not such a fule as to believe it. He paused, but Paul made no reply. The old man struck a lucifer match and lit the gas.
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