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After supper we'll bring some books over here and talk about them!" "My supper is all ready, keeping warm in the oven," Rasba said. "I always cook enough for one more than there is. Yo' know, a vacant chair at the table for the Stranger." "And I came?" she laughed. "An' yo' came, Missy!" he replied. "Parson," Prebol pleaded, "I'm alone mos' the time. Mout yo' two eat hyar on my bo't?
"I seed the buzzarts still flyin' about, an' fresh ones a-comin'. I tuk a idee that I mout git my claws upon some o' 'em. So I lay down clost up agin the calf, an' played 'possum. "I wa'n't long that a way when the birds begun to light on the sandbar, an' a big cock kim floppin' up to the karkidge. Afore he kud flop up agin, I grupped him by the legs." "Hooraw! well done, by gollies!"
His conjecture, however, afterwards expressed, when he half-remembered having put "a ugly knot on the haulyards"; which he, little William, "maybe warn't able to get clear as fast as mout a been wished," was perfectly correct; as was also the additional hypothesis that the sail had been got down at last, "either by loosin' the belay or cuttin' the piece o' rope."
Here the trapper unsheathed his clasp-knife, and having cut a "chunk" from a plug of real "Jeemes's River," stuck it into his cheek, and proceeded with his narration. "I reck'n, I've seed a putty consid'able o' the grizzly bar in my time. Ef them thur chaps who writes about all sorts o' varmint hed seed as much o' the grizzly as I hev, they mout a gin a hul book consarnin' the critter.
"I declare for't Zadkiel 'll hev plenty o' kumpny daown tew jail, by the time them suits be all tried." "By gosh, what be we a comin tew?" groaned Abner. "It doos seem zif we all on us mout z'well move daown tew the jail to onc't, an hev done with 't. We're baown to come to 't fuss or las'."
Keene sauntered into the card room, after partaking of a cigar. While here watching the players, a hand touched his arm. "Be you lookin' for somebody, mister?" Keene looked into a dark, repulsive face, and at once recognized the man who had been described as the tramp, Perry Jounce. "Yes," returned the detective. "Who mout it be?" Bending to the man's ear, Keene whispered the name of Barkswell.
Scairt, likely, hearin' me pray theh because I needed he'p, an' 'count of me being glad of the chanct to he'p any man in trouble." "Sho! Who all mout that man be, Parson?" "He said his name were Jest Prebol " "Ho law! Somebody done plugged Jest Prebol!" one of the women cried out, laughing. "That scoundrel's be'n layin' off to git shot this long time, an' so he's got hit.
Sometimes one or another would drift near to Rasba's boat and there would be an exchange of commonplaces. "How fur mout hit be, strangeh?" he would ask each man. "'Low hit's a hundred mile yet to the Mississippi?" A hundred miles! They could not understand that this term in the mountain man's mind meant "a long ways," if need be a thousand or ten thousand miles.
"Ez I was sayin'," continued Nott, once more pressing the excited man down in his chair, "I might hev wiped ye out and mebbee ye wouldn't hev keered or you might hev wiped me out, and I mout hev said. 'Thank'ee, but I reckon this ain't a case for what's comfable for you and me. It's what's good for Rosey. And the thing to kalkilate is, what's to be done."
Tarbox still more deliberately, yet with a certain dignity that Brice had never noticed before, "what's between you and Flo, and what rights she has fer thinkin' ye 'ez selfish' and 'ez ongrateful' ez me ef she does, I dunno! but when ye talk o' me givin' up my kindred, and sling such hogwash ez 'ongrateful' and 'selfish' round this yer sittin'-room, mebbe it mout occur to ye that Harry Dimwood might hev HIS opinion o' what was 'ongrateful' and 'selfish' ef I'd played in between his niece and a young man o' the express company, his nat'ral enemy.
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