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"The contrairy beastis couldn't hev fund a more ill- convenient spot ter die of he hed sarched the mounting." "I ain't goin' ter leave him thar, though," stoutly declared the boy who still held the rifle. "That thar fox's scalp an' his two ears air wuth one whole dollar." Tim remonstrated. "Look-a-hyar, Birt; ef ye try ter climb up this hyar bluff, ye'll git yer neck bruk, sure."
"Look-a-hyar, bub," said Jubal Perkins, with both hands in his pockets and glaring down solemnly at Rufe; "ef ever I ketches ye goin' of yerrands no better'n that ag'in, I'm a-goin' ter TAN that thar hide o' yourn." Rufe gazed up deprecatingly, his eyes widening at the prospect. Byers broke into a horse laugh. "We've been wantin' some leetle varmints fur tanning ennyhow," he said.
He suddenly rose from his half-finished breakfast. "Look-a-hyar, Cunnel," he cried, joyously, "don't ye want ter ride the filly? ye knew ye hanker ter ride the filly." Even then she tried to frown, but the bliss of the prospect overbore her.
The details of the tragedy had become hackneyed in his own consciousness, but their significance, their surfeit of horror, revived on witnessing their effect on others. "Look-a-hyar, you two an' this woman will stan' up fur me when I gin myself up fur State's evidence, ef I put ye on the track fur findin' Bubby? He's thar all right yit, I'll be bound well an' thrivin, I reckon.
"Yes, yes," Clenk assured him. They were making ready to leave now, though not in that boat. "An' look-a-hyar! What a pretty! Ye kin hev this ter play with ef ye will be good." He led the little boy up to a tallow dip blazing on the head of a barrel, that he might have light to examine the token.
"Yes, yes; but run along, bub. I mought fall off'n this hyar place, I'm gittin' stiff sittin' still so long, or the wind mought blow me off. The wind is blowin' toler'ble brief." "Gobbler or hen?" asked George Birt eagerly. "It air a hen," said Ethan. "But look-a-hyar, George, I'm a-waitin' on ye, an' ef I'd fall off'n this hyar place, I'd be ez dead ez a door-nail in a minute."
"'Look-a-hyar, man! he says, 'you want to see a colt what am a colt? "'How far? I says. "'No ways at all, jus' over yondah, says the nigger. "'Lead me to it, I say to him, 'n' he takes me over to a long lane with paddocks down each side of it. All the paddocks is empty but two. In the first one is the ole mare, Mary Goodloe; 'n' next to her is a slashin' big chestnut colt.
"An' the great seal o' the State!" "Whar be the land?" gasped Birt, possessed by a dreadful fear. His face was white, its muscles rigid. Its altered expression could not for an instant have escaped the notice of Timothy's brother Nathan. "Why, it lays bout'n haffen mile off all down the ravine nigh that thar salt-lick; but look-a-hyar, Birt what ails ye?"
Nate was just emerging from the door. The claybank mare, saddled and bridled, stood in front of the cabin. He was evidently about to mount. "Look-a-hyar, ye scamp!" Byers saluted him gruffly, "whyn't ye let we-uns know ez ye hed got back that thar grant o' yourn, ez hev sot the whole mounting catawampus? Pig-wigs hearn ye talkin' 'bout it at las', and tole ye ez he hed it, I s'pose?"
"Look-a-hyar, Jim, ef ye hev got the truth in ye, speak it! Ef ye know whar I hev hid anything, find it!"
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