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"Say, Buddy," he said at length, "are there many more like you out yonder in the big road? young fellows that can walk right out o' school and tell their daddies how to run things?" Tom's laugh was boyishly hearty. "Plenty of 'em, pappy; lots of 'em! The old world is moving right along; it would be a pity if it didn't, don't you think?
Her eyes rested a moment upon him, before she could gather voice to say: "Will you let me stay with you, Pappy Lon, for a few days?" "I'll let ye stay till I tell ye to go," growled Lon, "and I don't want no sniveling, nuther." "When are you going to tell me to go?" "When I like. Middy's gittin' the skiff ready to take ye out. Scoot there, and light a fire in the hut!
An' he bought the Slater place, an' there's ten acres of vineyard, an' Barden, he's the real 'state agent over t' Elsmore, you know 'im, he told my fawther they wuz all raisin-grapes, white muscat, didn't he, pappy? an' my fawther here paid cash down fer the place, an' the vineyard's comin' into bearin' next fall, an' Parker Lowe, he has a gov'ment claim on section eighteen, back of our ranch, -maybe you know 'im, he says they're every one mission grapes fer makin' wine.
"'Hell! says Micky. 'Do they think I'm a stiff? "'Sh-h-h! says the sister that's nursin' him. "I don't see Hamilton fur a month. One day I goes over to the big Eastern sale at New York, just to hear ole Pappy Danforth sell 'em. Pappy's stood on a block all his life. He knows every hoss-man in the country. When he tells you about a hoss, it's right; 'n' everybody takes his tip.
"Pappy Lon won't let me," sighed Flukey. He sank down on the cabin threshold, and as he spoke drew a blue trouser leg slowly up. "Damn knee!" he groaned. "It gets so twisted! And sometimes I can't walk." "Be ye goin' to steal again tonight?" asked the girl, bending toward him. "Yep, with Pappy Lon and Lem. I hate it all, I do!" he cried impetuously. "What makes ye go?
Suddenly the squatter dragged his pipe from his lips and said: "Look about here, Flea!" The girl turned her head. "What, Pappy Lon?" she questioned. "Keep yer mouth shet!" commanded Lon. "I'll do the talkin' fer this shanty." Then, seeing her cowering spirit racked by fear, he grinned broadly. Fledra sank back.
Lem ain't as willin' as I be; but I'll jest go down to the scow and speak with him." "I want to go with you, Pappy Lon," cried Fledra. "Ye stay right here, gal," commanded Cronk. Full in her face he slammed the door and left her alone with Brimbecomb. Everett stood looking at her for fully a minute, and as steadily she eyed him back. "I have come for you," he said quietly.
Now ther's Tom-Jeff, braggin' how he'll be the one to kill the pappy o' Nan's chillern: he's a-ridin' a mighty shore-footed hawss, but hit do look like he'd be skeered the Lord might take him at his word and make that hawss stumble. Hit do, for a fact!"
Davenpo't owned him an' when he heard 'bout da Yankees comin' dis way, he sont his white driver an' Howard in de carri'ge wid all his valuables to de swamp to hide, an' while dey was thar de white driver, he went off to sleep an' Howard was prowlin' 'roun' an' we all jes reckin he went on off wid de Yankees. "You mean hoo doo? Dat's whut ma pappy done to my mammy.
She'd died to Squire Cannon's, and they was a-passellin' out the chillen 'mongst the neighbors. No sooner I put foot on the po'ch 'n this little soul come a-runnin' to me, an' says: W'y, here's my pappy, now. I tole you-all I did have a pappy.
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