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"Lemmy, Lemmy dear " Another twist of Lem's fingers, and the woman sank back unconscious. Lem shook her roughly. "Scraggy, Scraggy!" he cried wildly. "Set up! I Want to talk to ye! Set up!" The silence in the gloomy hut, the whiteness of the seemingly dead woman, filled Lem with superstitious dread. He grasped his lantern and ran out, failing to close the door.
However, it instantly became plain that the judge was a true book lover, and despite the fact that Lem's visit had disturbed him not a little, he soon grew animated in a discussion on the merits of Sir Walter Scott, paced the room, pitched his nasal voice higher and higher, covered his table with volumes of that author to illustrate his meaning.
"And yer brother be fifteen on the same day, you bein' twins." "Yep, Pappy Lon." "Yer brother's been taken into my trade," proceeded the squatter, "and it ain't the wust in the world that of takin' what ye want from them that have plenty. It's time for ye to be doin' somethin', too. Ye'll go to Lem's Scow, Flea." "To Lem's scow?" exclaimed Flea.
The boys hurried to carry out the directions, while Doctor Joe made a more careful examination and discovered a second wound in Lem's back, just below the right shoulder. "Both shots from the back," he mused. "This wound explains his condition. The one in the head only scraped the skull, and couldn't have more than stunned him for a short time.
"Yes, and you said somethin' else, too," retorted Mrs. Lem. "You say a lot o' things beside your prayers." Upon this Cap'n Lem's cackling laugh burst forth. "She don't look it, does she?" he responded. "So ye're likin' all right, air ye, Miss Sylvy?" "I could sit by these windows twenty-four hours," returned the girl. "Might git a little hungry, mebbe?" "Yes, Mrs. Lem," put in Thinkright.
That's the reason the dog warn't appinted. A dog can't be depended on to carry out a special providence. Mark my words it was a put-up thing. Accidents don't happen, boys. Uncle Lem's dog I wish you could a seen that dog. He was a reglar shepherd or ruther he was part bull and part shepherd splendid animal; belonged to parson Hagar before Uncle Lem got him.
A fear, almost a respect, for this girl, with her solemn gray eyes and unbending manner, dressed like the people he hated, took root within him. Fledra's next address to Lon ignored Lem's growling threat. "I didn't come to fight with you, Pappy Lon. But you've got to let me go back and write a letter. I won't tell anybody that I'm goin' from home. Mr.
"I'm thinkin' I knows what 'tis they hid now!" exclaimed Andy suddenly. "'Tis Lem Horn's silver! 'Tis the men hid un that shot Lem and stole the silver! 'Tweren't Indian Jake shot Lem at all! 'Twere men from the lumber camp! What they calls 'swag' is Lem's silver!" "That's what 'tis, now! 'Tis sure Lem Horn's silver!" David exploded excitedly. "I never would have thought of un bein' that!
When at last he espied the scow fastened in its accustomed place, he went down to carry the news to the owner. After explaining the matter as far as it had gone, he ventured: "Lem, be ye carin' for Flea yet?" "Why?" demanded Lem suspiciously. "'Cause we can make some money outen her, if ye gives up yer claim on her." "Ye mean to sell her?" Lem's words sounded hoarse as he wheezed them out.
"We run away 'cause Pappy Lon were a makin' me steal when I didn't want to," he explained, clearing his throat, "and he was goin' to make Flea be Lem's woman. And that's the truth, Mister, and Lem wasn't goin' to marry her, nuther!" He rambled on in a monotone as if too sick for inflection. Flea placed one arm about his neck. "I'm a girl! I'm Flea Cronk!" she confessed brokenly.
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