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Updated: June 1, 2025
Certainly I have had a good mother." "And I, too," said the boy, in a husky voice. So the three kneeled together in Ike's shack, each wondering how it had come about that it should seem so natural and easy for him to be in that attitude. In a voice steady and controlled Shock made his prayer.
"I know the answer, Bunch," I sighed, "You followed Ike's clues and finished fainting. I'm wise. But, say! Bunch, didn't you pipe me with the neck bruises often enough in the old days to profit by my experience?
I got as fer as Ike's when I figgered I better let him do it, him bein' a man, so I drapped in at his cabin an' tole him. I didn't know whut else to do. I had to stop 'em from doin' it somehow. Hit wouldn't do no good fer me to beg Pap to drap it, er to rare up on my hind-legs an' make threats ag'inst 'em, ca'se they'd soon put a stop to that.
"Has that battle of Chickamauga been fought out to a finish yet?" said the red-headed boy, as he stuck his head in the door after the imaginary fire alarm that he had created to escape Uncle Ike's war history, "for if it is ended I want to come in, but I can't stand gore, and your war stories are so full of blood that you must have had to swim in it."
Ike's voice took on more and more of its customary drawl. "Now, two steps forward. Right. Now, you can go to the devil!" Ike stepped to the table, took up the pistol, and returned to his place at the door, saying: "Say, boss, this prayer meetin's over. Let's go home." "Not until the Inspector says so," said The Kid, who had recovered himself, and who was now quite sober.
Ike's horse was moving slowly much slower than its usual walking gait The man was craning forward. Who, he wondered, was riding toward the farm, and for what purpose?
But Ike's eye was on me, and, to my shame be it spoken, I walked meekly away; went dinnerless that day, and that evening went to market, laying in a small stock of crackers, cheese and apples, that my boys might not be neglected, nor myself obliged to bolt solid and liquid dyspepsias, or starve.
The hammer fell from Ike's hands upon the anvil. "'Twar ye ez Grig Beemy war a-waitin' fur thar on the mounting in the mist!" he cried out, recognizing the man's odd gesture, which Jube had unconsciously imitated. Doubtless the dollar was offered to Jube afterward, exactly as it had been offered to him. And Jube had taken it.
The reason they suspected him was that they found a receipted bill for fifty feet of garden hose in Ike's, the murdered man's, pocket. Knowing perfectly well that Ike never paid a bill in his life, that looked suspicious, but when they come to look at it closer they see the bill was made out to another man, and they hustled back. The pedler was game, though weary.
As Shock's eyes rested upon Ike's lean, hard face, bent over him so anxiously, he smiled a glad welcome. "Don't look like that, Ike," he said. "I'll soon be fit." "Why, you just bet!" said Ike, with a loud laugh, deriding all anxiety. "Ike," whispered Shock. Ike bent over him. "I want two hundred dollars at once. Don't tell."
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