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Updated: June 15, 2025
"I'm no beggar," she said, proudly, "and some time I'm going to pay you for that," and she pointed to the bowl of bread and milk. "Shucks!" exclaimed the boy. "See here! I've ordered that stuff an' I'll have it to pay for anyhow, so you might's well eat it. I don't want it," and he devoted himself again to the child.
I'd like to protect him from being imposed upon if such a thing was possible." "Sho!" drawled 'Zekiel. "Might's well talk about protecting a battleship." "Well, 'Zekiel Forbes," returned his mother, her eyes bright, "can't you imagine a battleship hesitating to run down a little pleasure yacht with all its flags flying?
"Not while I'm as hungry as I am now," says she. "And I'm dog tired too. Young man, where'll we find a good, respectable tavern around here?" "A which?" says I. "Oh! I get you hotel. Now let's see. Why, I expect the best thing you can do is to jump in one of these motor buses and ride down to no, I might's well go along, as it's right on my way home. Here's one coming now."
'N 'f ye do that, ye might's well's, far's yo' morals is concerned, do hit all moonshine 'n save those ex-penses Ah listed fo' ye right now." "Ah s'pose yo' right," assented Bud. "Blockadin's blockadin', whether ye do hit by moon or day. Do you-all 'low Calkins might inform on us?" "Him's runs the still back o' Buck? Ah don' guess so.
But none of 'em eber cotch 'im. "W'en Cindy fus' went away she wuz kinder down in de mouf fer a day er so. But she went to a fine new house, de folks treated her well en' dere wuz sich good comp'ny 'mongs' her own people, dat she made up 'er min' she might's well hab a good time fer de week er two she wuz gwine ter stay down dere.
"'Cause 'twas the easiest way. You couldn't tie him up, not in a cart no bigger'n this. Might's well tie up an elephant. Besides, he won't stay tied up nowheres. Busted more clotheslines than I've got fingers and toes, that pup has. He needs a chain cable to keep him to his moorin's. Don't ye, Job, you old earthquake? Hey?"
"I don' s'pose that it'll make any odds how many bills are printed as far's we're concerned," said Hubbard, bitterly. "The lawyers'll make out to git em all pretty soon. Ye might's well try to fat a hog with a tape worm in him, as to make folks rich as long as there are any lawyers round."
"I knew you would," said Charlie, huskily, and he turned back abruptly to the camp. "Gee!" exclaimed Kent. Lydia stamped her foot. "How can you speak so, Kent! It's a frightful thing!" "Sure it's frightful, but it can't be helped. The whites have got to have this land. Might's right." "What makes the whites so crazy for it?" asked Lydia. "Money," returned Kent. Lydia stared about her.
I s'posed they'd run off, and he'd leave her when he got tired of her; but it seems he stuck to her. It's the only good thing he ever done, and I'm not sure but she'd 'a' been better off ef he hadn't 'a' done that." "Grandmother!" Elizabeth's face blazed. "Yes, gran'mother!" snapped Mrs. Brady. "It's all true, and you might's well face it. He met her in church. She used to go reg'lar.
When they had finished, they washed their tin dishes with sand in the running brook. "Might's well be hittin' the trail," one growled. The other nodded without speaking, rose lazily, and began to pack the camp outfit. Presently, when he had arranged the load to his satisfaction, he threw the diamond hitch and stood back to take a chew of tobacco while he surveyed his work.
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