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"An' de chillen?" "Dey's run out an' hid somewheres. Dey scattered like young pa'tridges." "Dey's been hunted like 'em too, eh?" He lays his hand in caution upon the bare shoulder next him, and they both crouch closer in the shadow and listen. All is quiet, except groans and stertorous breathing near the cabin. "It's one of them damned villains. Let me settle him!" said Nimbus.
The farmer said, "Long, red-headed man, kind of sickly-lookin'?" "We didn't see the man " "Little woman, skinny-lookin; pootty tonguey?" "We didn't see her, eitha; but I guess we hea'd her at the back of the house." "Lot o' children, about as big as pa'tridges, runnin' round in the bushes?" "Yes! And a very pretty-appearing girl; about thi'teen or fou'teen, I should think."
"I allus said as Black Jarge'd come to a bad end," reiterated Job, "an' what's more 'e aren't got nobody to blame but 'isself!" "An' all for a couple o' rabbits!" sighed the Ancient, staring Old Amos full in the eye. "Pa'tridges, Gaffer, they was pa'tridges you, James Dutton was they pa'tridges or was they not speak up, James."
Then there's always the crick to git trout outen; and in a short time you could shoot pa'tridges without breakin' the game laws. So don't let that worry yuh any. I'm on'y too tickled to have some fellers around. It does git kinder lonely here, sometimes, I own up." "Whew!
"It'll be the Barbadies, or Austrayley!" grinned Amos; "transportation, it'll be Oh, my soul! think o' that now an' 'im a Siss'n'urst man!" "An' all along o' a couple o' rabbits!" said the Ancient, emphasizing the last word with a loud rap on his snuff-box. "Pa'tridges, Gaffer! they was pa'tridges!" returned Old Amos.
"They can't have gone far we must comb these woods." But Alexander shrugged her shoulders. "Thar hain't no possible way of runnin' 'em down ternight," she said. "They've scattered like a hover of pa'tridges thet's been shot at, an' whichever one's got them saddle-bags is in safe hidin' afore now. I've got one more plan yit, but hit's fer termorrer.
Milly, as she said that night when she came to him in her stark sincerity while Dick lay unconscious, had given him up once. She had given him to the War, and done the act with the high decorum suited to it. And the country had returned him to her. But now, grotesque, bizarre beyond words, she had to surrender him to a fool "shooting pa'tridges."
"Aye," said Toby, "the one I has is a forty-four carbine, just like this un." "'Tis a fine rifle for any shootin'," explained Skipper Blink. "'Tis strong enough for deer or bear, if you hits un right, and 'tis fine for pa'tridges if you shoots un in the head. I finds un fine to hunt with, and 'tis not so costive as the others." "Let me see the forty-five," suggested Charley.
Get Jerry and the sled. Come back with him. Get a move on. Run!" Tenney continued looking emptily at him, still babbling about pa'tridges, and Raven got up and wrenched the gun from his hand, calling loudly, though they were close together: "Don't you hear me? Get Jerry and the sled. Run, man, run."
"If that feller got hold o' her, my brother 'n' me 'd have t' go t' Australia or th' Cape, for him that's still livin' 's just about 's mean a feller 's Warry's a good one; an' any little repute we've built up 's guides 'n' hunters, he'd put in th' rest o' his life tryin' t' smash 's flat 's that fool habitaw cook got when Larry Adams sot on him for cookin' pa'tridges as soup.
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