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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Sure he did, an' wouldn't anyone with the least grain of spunk in him do the same if he'd been called a coward fer nuthin'? This young chap is no coward, let me tell ye that. He did more'n his bit over in France when you was hidin' away in the hills.
Without taking notice of their remarks, the hermit repeated the experiment at the mouths of two caverns further on, with the like result. "Maybe the spalpeen's hidin' in the little cave where ye laid down yer gun," suggested Barney, going towards the place as he spoke. "Och, then, come here, friend; sure it must be the mouth of a mine, for there's two o' the beautifulest di'monds I iver "
He called himself Jack Keith." The dead silence which ensued was broken only by heavy breathing. Then Scott swore, bringing his fist down with a crash on the washstand. "That rather stumps yer, don't it, Bart? Well, it don't me. I tell yer it's just as I said from the first. It was Keith an' that nigger what jumped ye in the cabin. They was hidin' there when we rode in.
But there mightn't always be a Injun hidin' to shoot her when she gits dressed up agin an' the minister is a-waitin' to pernounce 'em man an' wife. Then whar air ye?" He went on more kindly after a time, as he reached out a hard, sinewy hand. "Such as her is fer the young man that has a white man's full life to give her. She's purty as a doe fawn an' kind as a thoroughbred filly.
"I told her if her grandfather had any spunk she'd git an old-fashioned hidin' for behavin' that way. And I shook the wheel again." Here Mr. Tabor, forgetting in the wrath incited by the recollection that he had not to do with an inanimate object, swung the gasping and helpless Mr. Davey rapidly back and forth in his chair. "I shook it good and hard!" "What did she do then?" asked Peter Bradbury.
Where are your proofs?" "Proofs?" returned Seth. "Who is it sneaks around the school-house to have private talks with the school-master, and edges him on with Cressy afore folks? Your husband. Who goes sneakin' off every arternoon with that same cantin' hound of a school-master? Your daughter. Who's been carryin' on together, and hidin' thick enough to be ridden out on a rail together?
Jarrold's big boots came clumping noisily across the rock floor. "Easy does it, Brodie," he shouted. "She ain't no kid, I tell you. She's a girl. That's Ben Gaynor's girl, the one Gratton wanted to marry, the one King took away from him. Keep your eye peeled; King would be around somewhere!" "Hidin' back there in the dark somewhere," muttered Benny.
I been storin' up my kick! And now it's growed to a humdinger! Y've whaled this here boy, and tied up this here girl! His face is cut, and his back is black, and raw, and bleedin'! Wal, it's Tom Barber's turn t' git a hidin'! the worst hidin' a polecat ever did git! So! Where'll y' take it? In this house, 'r outside?"
His face had grown cold and gray; his lips were tightly compressed; his eyes dilated and shone with a peculiar lustre. "Where were you headin' your pony?" asked Wetzel. "I wanted to reach that point where the water is shallow," answered Betty. "That's what I thought. Well, Betty, hostile Injuns are hidin' and waitin' fer you in them high rushes right where you were makin' fer," said Wetzel.
"Jim, I hated y'u a moment ago," she burst out. "But now with that Jean Isbel somewhere near hidin' watchin' to kill y'u an' maybe me, too I I don't hate y'u any more.... Take me away." "Girl, have y'u lost your nerve?" he demanded. "My God! Colter cain't y'u see?" she implored. "Won't y'u take me away?" "I shore will presently," he replied, grimly.
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