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Then you-all ride back an' pertend to keep mum, but leak it out that we done hung him. They won't be no posse hunt for him then an' I'll take him an' slip him acrost to the N. P. or the C. P. R. an' let him go. It's too good a chanct to miss. Lordy! Won't the pilgrim beg! An' Sam Moore he'll be scairt out of a year's growth!" "But, the girl," objected Curly.
I'll shoot 'em down like vermin. I knew she wasn't really talkin' to me, so then I wasn't scairt. She was jest blowin' off steam. Then I got around an' looked close at 'em the checkens, I mean and I see just where the knife had cut their necks off. It was an elegant way of killing 'em, and say, how they must have flapped around after they'd got clear of their silly heads."
"Fore we knowed who done it, de sheriff an some more men jump down from de loft, where dey bean hidin an tell us quit hollerin an doan be scairt. Dis man be a bad deeper you know, one o' them outlaws what kills folks. He some kinda foreigner, an jes tryin make blieve he a niggah, so's they don't find him.
"I wouldn't scare YOU for anything!" "I ain't so easy scairt," the girl returned defiantly. "Ef I was," she went on in her fresh, young voice, full of queer, upward inflections, "I wouldn't be a-berryin' in Ragged Woods after sundaown." She marched onward, her head thrown well back. Twenty steps later the Man was again at her side. "Pardoname, little one!" he said.
Sure an' I heard the story many a time, an' I'm after hearin' the ghost last night, an' it's a-shiverin' yit Oi am." "What did you hear, Granny?" "Och, an' it was the most divilish yells iver let out av a soul in hell. Shure the Dog and the Cat both av thim was scairt, and the owld white-faced cow come a-runnin' an' jumped the bars to get aff av the road."
'Scairt! said the man o' the house gaping. 'That's what ailed him. I've lived twenty year on Paradise Road an' it was all woods when I put up the cabin. Seen deer on the doorstep an' bears in the garden, an' panthers in the fields. But I tell ye there's no critter so terrible as a man.
"Not a bit, Mandy, come along," replied Cameron briskly. At that moment a shadow fell upon the square of moonlight on the floor. Mandy started back with a cry. "My! you scairt me. We were Allan Mr. Cameron was learnin' me the Highland schottische." Her face and her voice were full of fear. It was Perkins. White, silent, and rigid, he stood regarding them, for minutes, it seemed, then turned away.
"Let's finish," said Cameron quietly. "Oh! no, no!" said Mandy in a low voice. "He's awful mad! I'm scairt to death! He'll do something! Oh! dear, dear! He's awful when he gets mad." "Nonsense!" said Cameron. "He can't hurt you." "No, but you!" "Oh, don't worry about me. He won't hurt me." Cameron's tone arrested the girl's attention.
Delia, she was shy about not havin' much education Mis' Proudfit hed wanted to send her off to school, an' Mis' Crapwell wouldn't hear to it an' Abel kep' talkin' that he was goin' to hev a big church in the City some day, an' I guess that scairt Delia some, an' Jennie kep' frettin' an' houndin' her, one way an' another, an' a-callin' her 'parson's wife' ain't it awful the power them pin-pricky things has if we let 'em?
I could hear the fire crackling and smell the odour of steeping tea. 'Ye flopped 'round like a fish in thet basket, said Uncle Eb. ''Guess ye must a been drearnin' O' bears. Jumped so ye scairt me. Didn't know but I had a wil' cat on my shoulders. Uncle Eb had taken a fish-line out of his pocket and was tying it to a rude pole that he had cut and trinmed with his jack-knife.
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