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"And now you want to sneak off without even paying me for my trouble!" cried Abe Blower. "You said you'd come with me for nothing," returned Link Merwell, and his voice had almost a whine in it. "So I did, thinkin' you was Maurice Harrison's nevvy. If I had known you was an outsider I wouldn't have come at all. I've got my own affairs to 'tend to.
I'm Old Man Walsh's nevvy, your friend Tom's Cousin." "I've heard of you," said Ralph, drily. "Who told you, then?" "Jack Durham -another cousin of yours." "Oh! You don't mean the kid that joined that 'ere Boy Scout crowd over at Pi'neer Camp last summer, after -after " "After you attacked the old man and him in the woods, one day. Yes, he's the one. He told me." "You an' him pals?"
"But I can't say as it would have made no difference, Squire. He'd have taken his licking just the same and I'd have had my nevvy out of that buggy!" "Didn't he say nothing about this here order from the colt, Bob?" "There wa'n't much conversation, Squire. I invited my nevvy to light down, and then I snaked Dave Blount out over the wheel." "Who struck the first blow?" "He did.
Wayland had been urging him on one side that 'twas no more than his duty; and her Ladyship, on the other, would have it that Mr. Belamour was right down melancholy mad, and would go into a raving fit if his nevvy did but go near the place." "She did not say that!"
And his thin little fingers nestled warmly against the man's hardened palm. Yancy looked down and gave him a sunny, reassuring smile. "It'll be all right, Nevvy," he said gently. "You wouldn't let 'em take me, would you, Uncle Bob?" asked the child in a fearful whisper. "Such an idea ain't entered my head. And this here warranting is just some of Dave Blount's cussedness."
The Tennessee are a twister; mebby it will be Kentucky; mebby it will be Illinoy, and mebby it will be down yonder on the Mississippi. My tribe like this way of moving about, and it certainly favors a body's legs." "How old was your nevvy?" inquired Polly, reading the troubled look in Yancy's gray eyes. "Ten or thereabouts, ma'am.
"But hath nothing been done to rid the state of them?" asked the youth. "Done? Everything hath been done, nevvy. We have not only furnished our quota of men to the main army, but also formed companies of militia, both cavalry and infantry, to fight these pests. The Legislature is endeavoring to establish a strict patrol of the coast and the highways.
An instant later Betty and Hannibal stood on the raft with the little Cavendishes flocking about them. Mr. Yancy's quest of his nevvy had taken an enduring hold on their imagination. For weeks it had constituted their one vital topic, and the fight became merely a satisfying background for this interesting restoration. "Sho', they'd got him! Sho' he wa'n't no bigger than Richard! Sho'!"
In Freehold there is a company now of twenty-five twelvemonth boys that needs a captain. The Legislature will gladly give you the commission. Now, nevvy, the choice is with you. What will you do?" The youth let his head fall upon his breast in thought. The supper had long since been finished, and the other members of the group sat interested listeners to the conversation between uncle and nephew.
Now I'll tell you something more, wolf, and this ends it. There's them that's as good a match for your uncle Provis as Old Orlick has been for you. Let him 'ware them, when he's lost his nevvy! Let him 'ware them, when no man can't find a rag of his dear relation's clothes, nor yet a bone of his body.
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