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It weren't Orn Skinner." "Who were a-sayin' it were Ben?" demanded Myra, her mouth hard and lined. "I says it," replied Ezy. "I seed him when he done it, and I comed to tell ye, and to see Mammy and Satisfied." "Then come in, and go to bed, for ye be sick."
One sidewise glance satisfied Orn that the men in the vehicle were from Auburn prison. He stopped whittling but a moment when Burnett drew up. "Hello, Orn," called the officer, stentorian-voiced. "Hello," and the squatter made a polite salute with his stick. Burnett tossed the reins to the man at his side and climbed to the ground, advancing toward the fisherman.
You know perfectly well who I mean, and you know where the dwarf is, and we want him and we want him quick.... He made his getaway from Auburn.... Now give him up, see?" Second by second, and minute by minute, Orn Skinner was gathering his courage and strength.
Gunnhild joined in their talk, and said, "Now I hear you talk together in a manner that has not happened before, in that each of you wants to have his own way!" Olaf greeted Gunnhild well, without letting drop their talk. After that Orn went away, but Gunnhild and Olaf kept conversing together.
The lazy warmth of a May afternoon, the spring following Orn Skinner's release from Auburn Prison, was reflected in the attitudes of three men lounging on the shore in front of "Satisfied" Longman's shack. At their feet, the waters of Cayuga Lake dimpled under the rays of the western sun.
For several years there had been a continual fight between the pastor and the fisherman Orn Skinner answering the minister with the squatter law of the state which gave him the use of the few feet of ground upon which his shanty stood. Still the Dominie insisted that some day he would rid his summer home of the pest and the time had come.
He had sat listening for hours, mostly in silence, a deep brooding expression bending his ragged brows together in a stern frown. From his position in the attic, Andy Bishop could see the fisherman's face. The dwarf was quick to recognize that something was wrong with his friend. "The world air waggin' yet, Orn," he remarked soothingly.
"Now, Daddy, I air goin' out a little while, an' you two be awful careful how loud ye talk.... Somebody might hear ye!" And for a short moment after the girl had gone there was silence in the shack. Then a prolonged sigh drifted from the garret. "My God, Orn, but she air a fine young thing fer ye to be fatherin', huh? Ain't she?"
"If that air all what air worryin' ye, then kiss yer brat," said she. "I air goin' to sing an' mebbe I'll only see Waldstricker to speak to 'im. If he says anythin' 'bout Andy " "What'll ye tell 'im, kid?" gasped the dwarf. "Oh, I'll string 'im like I allers does," returned Tess. "Now you're done squallin' like a baby, look at me!" "Ain't she swell?" enthused Andy. "Orn, have ye looked 'er over?"
Olaf answered, "I have on hand a journey to go west over the sea; and I set much store by it and that you should lend me your help, so that it may be undertaken in the course of next summer." Orn bade Olaf not set his heart on going, and said he did not know of any ships going west over the sea.
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