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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Fact is, the woman said it'd be a favour to her, too, if I'd get him home. She'll be dropping down likely. Darn nice girl, but quick tempered." "That's right; quick ain't no name for it. She plugged a friend of mine up by Buffalo Island " "Prebol? I heard about him. She was scairt." "She needn't be, never again!" Despard grinned.
They all watched him with quick comprehension and real sympathy. Jest Prebol, sore and sick with his bullet wound, but more alarmed on account of having sworn so much while a parson was dressing his injury, could not sleep, and as he thought it over he determined at last to cut loose and drop on down the river and land in somewhere among friends, or where he could find a doctor.
Scairt, likely, hearin' me pray theh because I needed he'p, an' 'count of me being glad of the chanct to he'p any man in trouble." "Sho! Who all mout that man be, Parson?" "He said his name were Jest Prebol " "Ho law! Somebody done plugged Jest Prebol!" one of the women cried out, laughing. "That scoundrel's be'n layin' off to git shot this long time, an' so he's got hit.
But the practised hand of Rasba had apparently left little to do, and it was superstitious dread that worried Prebol. So the river rat crept out on the sandbar, cast off the lines, and with a pole in one hand, succeeded in pushing out into the eddy where the shanty-boat drifted into the main current. Prebol, faint and weary with his exertions, fell upon his bunk.
There she looked into the wan countenance and startled eyes of Jest Prebol. "Hit's Mister Prebol," Rasba said. "I know you have no hard feelings against him, and I know he has none against you, Missy Carline!" An introduction to a contrite river pirate, whom she had shot, for the moment rendered the young woman speechless. Prebol was less at loss for words.
Everybody leaves everything to look at the river! There is nothing in the world that will prevent it. He saw, in the bright morning, that Prebol had raised his curtain, and was looking at the river, too, though the effort must have caused excruciating pain in his wounded shoulder.
They could understand each other better and if Prebol felt himself being drawn in spite of his own reluctance by a new current in his life, Rasba did not fail to gratify the river man's pride by turning always to him for advice about the river, its currents and its jeopardies.
I was afraid the river was so big that night. I was so far away. I should have given you fair warning. I'm sorry, too, Jest." "Lawse!" Prebol choked. "Say hit thataway ag'in " "I'm sorry, too, Jest!" "I cayn't thank yo' all enough," the man-whispered. "I've got friends along down the riveh. I'll send word along to them, they'll shore treat yo' nice. Treat friends of yourn nice, too. Huh!
Buck, sitting there, gazed at the wan countenance, studying it. Prebol had forgotten, but when Buck first arrived on the river, the pirate, a much younger man then, had carelessly and perhaps for display told the stranger and softpaw many things about the river which were useful. It occurred to Buck that he was now paying back a debt of gratitude.
"I'm the woman who shot Prebol above Buffalo Island I had to." "You did right; men always respect a lady if she don't care who she shoots," Larry cried, enthusiastically. "Wish you'd get my wife to learn how to shoot. She's gun shy!" So Nelia coaxed the little wife to shoot, first the 22-calibre repeating rifle and then the pistol.
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