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"Providence'll hev a season's job a-satisfyin' you, old Redbank," replied Cairo Jake; "but it's all-fired queer, for all that. Ef a feller could only learn how he done it, 'twouldn't seem so funny; but he don't seem to have no way in p'tickler about him that a feller ken find out." "Fact," said Redbank, with a solemn groan.

How long will it las'?" "I think there's enough to pay the interest five or six months." "Den you's all right. If he don't die in six months, dat don't make no diff'rence Providence'll provide. You's gwine to be safe if you behaves." She bent an austere eye on him and added, "En you IS gwine to behave does you know dat?" He laughed and said he was going to try, anyway. She did not unbend.

Providence'll take care o' me while I'm goin'. Same time, Providence expects me to show gumption, by not exposin' myself any more'n possible." Therefore he cut a young, thick-branched cedar and held it in front of him as he crouched and made his way to the gully and down it.

"Yes," answered Christian, "the chair-legs have actually begun to take root!" The two men were in a boisterous humor. "Now you can just come along with me," said the woman, when the things were piled upon the cart, "and I'll find you a place to sleep in. And then to-morrow Providence'll perhaps be at home himself!"

He smoothed off a frown and let his palm fall so flat upon the bare mahogany that a woman of less fortitude than Mrs. March would certainly have squeaked. "Mother, dear, I believe I'll try to see how little I can feel and how much I can think." "Providence permitting, my reckless boy." "Oh, bless your dear soul, mother, Providence'll be only too glad! yes, I've a notion to try thinking.

"Yes," answered Christian, "the chair-legs have actually begun to take root!" The two men were in a boisterous humor. "Now you can just come along with me," said the woman, when the things were piled upon the cart, "and I'll find you a place to sleep in. And then to-morrow Providence'll perhaps be at home himself!"

He began to feel that thrill of man-hunting which when it seizes a man is an overpowering passion. "I'm goin' to stop him killin' mules," he said to himself. "I rayly hope I won't kill him, but that's a secondary matter. Providence'll settle that. It's my duty to stop him. That's clear. If his time's come Providence'll put the bullet where it'll kill him. If it ain't, it won't. That's all.

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