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He's lost the pinter I reckon Dave must have stole him, kase I don't see how else he could have got him an' I don't keer to go nigh him ag'in, till I kin kinder quiet his feelin's by tellin' him some good news 'bout them hundred an' fifty dollars." The events of this night were the last of any interest that transpired in the settlement for more than two weeks.
Pinter had practical experience and a line clear of graves, and he made good time. The two parties now found it more comfortable to be not on speaking terms. Individually they grew furtive, and began to feel criminal like at least Dave and Jim did. They'd start if a horse stumbled through the Bush, and expected to see a mounted policeman ride up at any moment and hear him ask questions.
"If you'll take that pinter an' keep him till I call fur him, I'll give you half of what Don pays me to get him back." "I seed you bringin' the dog an' I knowed what you was up to," replied his father. "But Don don't get him back fur no dollar, I tell you. That animile is wuth fifty dollars anyhow, an' if Don wants him agin he'll have to plank down five dollars." "Whew!" whistled Dan.
Jim crawled along the drive a piece, urged by curiosity, and returned hurriedly. 'She's broke the pitchfork off short, to use in the drive, and I believe she's coming down. 'Her crinoline'll handicap her, said Pinter vacantly, 'that's a comfort.
"Kase if you're thinkin' of puttin' up a job on me, Davy," said Dan, shaking his finger at his brother, "you won't never see that pinter ag'in so long as you live. Keep still now. Here comes the ole woman."
"He hain't went off with that thar shootin'-iron on his shoulder fur nothin'," thought Dan. "He's goin' huntin' with them Gordon fellers, and he'll have a nice time an' get somethin' good to eat, while I must go without my dinner, dog-gone it, kase thar hain't nobody here to cook it fur me. They don't take half so much notice of me as they would if I was a pinter dog!"
He made off through the Bush in the direction of an encouraging whistle thrown back by Jim. 'She's too drunk to get her story listened to to-night, said Dave. 'But to-morrow she'll bring the neighbourhood down on us. 'And she's enough, without the neighbourhood, reflected Pinter.
"You'se pinter dar's been kin ob scrugin up agin me, an he neber do dat befo'. Now he's right twixt you'se legs es if he was feerd on someting." George caressed the dog, and said: "What's up, old fellow?" and then was perplexed that, instead of answering him with wonted playfulness, the poor brute should begin to whine and yelp.
"But, Uncle Remus, I ain't bad," said the little boy plaintively. "Who dat chunkin' dem chickens dis mawnin? Who dat knockin' out fokes's eyes wid dat Yallerbammer sling des 'fo' dinner? Who dat sickin' dat pinter puppy atter my pig? Who dat scatterin' my ingun sets? Who dat flingin' rocks on top er my house, w'ich a little mo' en one un em would er drap spang on my head?"
"If we had a few quail now, we'd have a bully supper, wouldn't we?" continued Dan. "You don't seem to shoot no more quail lately, do you, Davy?" "O, I can't hunt them without a dog to tell me where they are." "Hain't you never heard nothin' from that pinter pup at all?" "Not a word." "I'm sorry. I wish I knowed whar he was, so't I could fetch him hack.
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