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As they cleared the line of the column, Bungay rolled off the animal's back, and, in his eagerness, came down on all fours. "Well," I said sarcastically, "what do you think of your mule now?" "By Jinks, Cap," and his face lit up with intense admiration as he surveyed the animal, "durned if I don't take him hum. Gee! whut a scrap Mariar an' thet muel kin have!"
"It's ther pesky little cuss as come in with ye yesterday, sir," he returned with a grin. "He's confiscated a muel somewhar an' says he's a goin' back hum 'long o' we uns." Curious to learn how Jed had emerged from his arduous adventures, I spurred my horse alongside of him.
"I want ter ask you, how yer kep' them there fel's from a dyin'? 'Cause when they're bin tuk like they wuz tuk yer could jest bet every muel in the kerral that they'd peg out in twenty-seven hours at furthest." "God did it, not I," replied Agnes. "Don't call me sassin' yer, agin, Miss Agony, but that ain't so; 'cause thar's nuthin' 'll fetch 'em, when they're tuk the way they wuz tuk.
Who's ther boss o' this yere crowd?" I swung down from my seat on the mule's back, and stood facing him. "We uns hain't got no boss," I answered, "but they sorter fell in ahind o' me 'cause I wus astraddle o' this muel. Be you named Lowrie?" "I reckon; I'm Red Lowrie," proudly. "'Spect, maybe, ye've heerd tell o' me, an' if ye hev, ye know ye 've got ter step damn lively whin I howl.
Why when I furst don' see dem Beaucaire gals dey wus just infants. Dey'll sure believe ol' Pete." "Well, we can only try our best. Have you any conveyance here?" "Any whut, sah?" "Any wheeled vehicle in which we can ride to Beaucaire, and by means of which we can bring the women back? The distance is too far to walk." "I'se got a sorter khart, an' an ol' muel, sah. Dey's out yonder in de bush."
Then, as if afraid of seeming boastful he qualified, "Ye know I hain't got but one muel ter feed, an' the cow thar. My sheep gits thar pastur' on the volunteer grass 'mongst the rocks, an' I hev jes' got a few head ennyhows." "But why hain't ye got more, Basil! Why n't ye work more and quit wastin' yer time on that old fool fiddle!" The limits of patience were reached. The musician fired up.
"Sure thing, Cap; know this yere kintry like a buk. 'Jaded horsemen from the west, at evening to the castle pressed. By gum, you put Beelzebub an' me through a blamed hard jolt of it so fur." "Beelzebub?" "Ye bet, ther muel; I reckon as how ye ain't gone an' fergot him, hev ye?" and the little man squirmed in the delight of his vivid recollection.
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