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Yancy appeared at the door of the bar and called to him, and as the boy slid from the fence and ran toward him across the yard, the Scratch Hiller sauntered forth to meet him. "I reckon it's all right, Nevvy," he said, "but we don't know nothing about this here Captain Murrell as he calls himself though he seems a right clever sort of gentleman; but we won't mention Belle Plain."
"I reckon that rascally nevvy of mine has been playin' in great luck since he run away from Twomley & Sorber's Herculean Circus and Menagerie. Shouldn't blame him if he wanted to stay on. I'd wanter myself. Pleased to meet you, Miss." Ruth hurried to the nearest telephone and called up the lawyer's office. She was not much surprised to find that he was not there, it being Saturday afternoon.
"When do you reckon he's going to send fo' him?" asked Yancy. "Whenever the notion strikes him." "What about my having notions too?" inquired Yancy, flecked into passion, and bringing his fist down on the counter with a crash. "You surely ain't going to oppose him, Bob?" "Does he say when he's going to send fo' my nevvy?" "He says it will be soon." "You take care of my mule, Mr.
There ensued several minutes of brisk work from without as well as within, and bullets came spitefully through windows and doors. Presently Mary Ashley spoke shrilly: "Father, where is the cartridge paper? There are no more cartridges made up." "I don't know, mother," shouted Mr. Ashley successfully dodging a bullet that came through a shutter. "Ask nevvy."
"I'd say I did it, sir, in a minute," replied David indignantly; "but it goes hard to see a young gent like you, master's own nevvy, ready to try and bring the whole business down on a poor working-man's head, and so I tell you to your face. If any one's cowardly, it arn't me, and I'm ready to come across to master and tell him so. I'm ashamed of you, sir, that I am.
"Leggo them horses!" said Mr. Blount, recovering somewhat from the effect of Yancy's sudden appearance. "Light down, Nevvy," said Yancy, still pleasantly. Blount turned to the boy as if to interfere. "Don't you put the weight of yo' finger on the boy, Blount!" warned Yancy. "Light down, Hannibal!" Hannibal instantly availed himself of the invitation.
"Tell us about it, nevvy," began Thomas Ashley eagerly, but his wife interposed: "Now, father, if no one hath received a hurt let's eat before the supper gets cold. A good story will keep better than hot victuals. We shall have the night to talk in. 'Tis a long journey from Virginia, and belike they are hungry. But first, Hannah, tell us who these young friends are."
"No, but there's one thing you can't get out of, Miss Jenny, so clever as ye think yerself," cried the outraged possessor of the hearthrug. "You be a-comed here on false pertences. Even if my nevvy be dead you han't a-got no right to these 'ere things now.
"Sure, I know most of the old-timers!" he exclaimed, genially, in reply to Roger's question. "Who are you looking for?" "Let me introduce myself first," said Roger. He gave his name and also those of his chums. "I am the nephew of the late Maurice Harrison, of this place." "You don't tell me! Maurice's nevvy, eh? Then you must be the son o' Senator Morr, o' the East?" "Yes." "Glad to know ye!
I would fain have come down to look after thee, nevvy, but these kings and queens are troublesome folk. The Emperor he is a pale, shame- faced, solemn lad. Maybe he museth, but he had scarce a word to say for himself. Our Hal tried clapping on the shoulder, calling him fair coz, and the like, in his hearty fashion.
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