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Updated: June 4, 2025
I slip' outen de back do', en run here as fas' as I could. I hearn you say down ter de sto' once't dat you would n't let nobody take a pris'ner 'way fum you widout walkin' over yo' dead body, en I thought I 'd let you know 'fo' dey come, so yer could pertec' de pris'ner." The sheriff listened calmly, but his face grew firmer, and a determined gleam lit up his gray eyes.
Den I shif's roun' an' ac' pris'ner's 'torney, an' preach grace tell I gits 'im shoutin' des de same as ole marster use ter do clair a man whe'r or no, guilty or no guilty, step by step, nuver stop tell he'd have de last juryman blowin' 'is nose an' snifflin' an' he'd do it wid swellin' dic'sh'nary words, too! "Dat's de way I works it fus' argify fur de State, den plead fur de pris'ner.
"I tould you, did I not, Sorr, that I was caressed an' pershuaded to lave the Tyrone on account av a throuble?" "Something to do with a belt and a man's head, wasn't it?" Terence had never given me the exact facts. "It was. Faith, ivry time I go on prisoner's gyard in coort I wondher fwhy I am not where the pris'ner is.
"'Nachers as would execute a pris'ner in cold blood, says Enright, 'is roode an' oncivilized. Which I don't mean they is low neither; but it's onconsiderate that a-way to go an' ca'mly kill a pris'ner, an' no co't nor committee authorizin' the same. I never knows of it bein' done but once. It's Mexicans who does it then; which is why they ain't none pop'lar with me since.
It seems cruel for us to live comf'tably in her palace while she is a pris'ner in the power of some wicked enemy." "Yes," agreed Glinda the Sorceress, "someone ought to search for her. I cannot go myself, because I must work hard in order to create some new instruments of sorcery by means of which I may rescue our fair Ruler.
Mother is a pris'ner theere, too. An ey should ha kept em company, if Tib hadna brought me off. Now, listen to me, Alizon, fo' this is my bus'ness wi' yo. Yo mun get mother an Jem out to-neet eigh, to-neet. Yo con do it, if yo win. An onless yo do boh ey winna threaten till ey get yer answer." "How am I to set them free?" asked Alizon, greatly alarmed.
"I haven't been gone half a day, so there's no harm done." Dorothy, however, when the boy rejoined the party, gave him a good scolding. "When we're doing such an important thing as searching for Ozma," said she, "it's naughty for you to wander away and keep us from getting on. S'pose she's a pris'ner in a dungeon cell! Do you want to keep our dear Ozma there any longer than we can help?"
"Let them come," said George, snapping his fingers in the air; "they'll not get me, or any stock either." "He wants you more'n he wants stock," continued Springer. "That is, he wants you first. Your uncle John put the very mischief into that there feller's head, an' he's goin' to make a pris'ner of you, like he did afore.
"A pris'ner!" said Sam. "Who's the plaintives? What for? Speak up, old feller!" "Dodson and Fogg," replied the man. "Here, Job, Job!" shouted Sam, dashing into the passage, and calling for a man who went errands for the prisoners. "Run to Mr. Perker's, Job; I want him directly. I see some good in this. Here's a game! Hooray!" Mr. Perker was in Mr. Pickwick's room betimes next morning.
"'Whatever be we goin' to do with this yere hoss-thief pris'ner of ours? says Jack Moore to Enright the next day, when we're saddlin' up an' organizin' to pull our freight. 'He's shore due to bother us a lot.
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