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With skeptical smile the magistrate looks at that felonious, would-be kidnaper of a juvenile innocent, and asks for the boy. Michael explains little Jack's sprinting performance, adding: "It was ivident, yer honner, that the skeert child feart that owld vilyun more than the noime of the law." Just then an officer who had been on duty near the South Ferry stepped forward and cleared the situation.
There's liss of it now; an' maybe I could manage it, iv you'ld only carry the spids, an' thim other things. We moight lave the knapsicks an' kyarthridge-box behind. What use ud they be in Kalifornya? They'll only lade to our detiction by the throops out there." "Don't ee be skeert 'bout thet, kimrade! Ef theer's troops in Californey, they'll hev theer hands full 'ithout troublin' us, I reeking.
Don't be skeert, ye fool! he'll do it like a breeze; he will!" And as the old trapper said this he caught his comrade by the arm, and swung him round out of the Indian's way. The girl, during all this, had stood still, seemingly not knowing the cause of the interruption. Garey's back was turned to her, and the distance, with two years of separation, doubtless prevented her from recognising him.
Well, so we went on for two or three days. I'd got my second sock pretty well along in that time, just think! half a week knitting half a sock! and was setting the heel, when in came Aunt Mimy. "I a'n't afeard on it," says she; "don't you be skeert. I jest stepped in ter see ef the young man wuz approachin' his eend." "No," said I, "he isn't, any more than you are, Aunt Mimy."
A faint color came into Larry's face; an animation quite different to the lazy deliberation of his previous monologue shone in his eyes, as he said, with a certain rough respect he had not shown before to his companion, "That's why I'm tellin' ye, so that ef SHE happened to see anything and got skeert, ye'd know how to reason her out of it." "'Sh!" said the colonel, with a warning gesture.
The girl led the way down a narrow path to a little sand-bar. "I go in swimmin' here every day, 'cept when it's froze over," she volunteered dully. "Hain't you skeert at the sight o' blood, ma'am? Some people air. We wuz figgerin' on whuther we'd dig a grave fer him or jest pull out yonder into the current an' drop him over. Pap said we had to git rid of him 'fore anybody come around.
Ye ain't badly skeert, air yur?" "No," firmly responded the boy, crossing over. "I tuk him from a scoundrelly Crow thet I overhauled on a fork of the Yellerstone. He gin me a long pedigree, that is, afore I kilt the skunk. He made out as how his people hed tuk the boy from the Kimanches, who hed brought him from somewhar down the Grande. I know'd it wur all bamboozle.
"He came after us and we ran into the shed for shelter." "Oh, that's it?" The farmer gave a short laugh. "Well, you needn't be skeert! Tige won't hurt ye none." "Are you sure of that?" put in Bert. "He seems to be very savage." "I won't let him touch ye." Thus assured Nan opened the door and followed Bert outside. At a word from the farmer Tige stopped barking and began to wag his tail.
Wal, sah, ez shuah ez dis here chile is bawn ter die, while we wuz settin' up ovah Bud's body, Bud hisself walked in. We looked at Bud, den at de body, en we wuz skeert ter death. Den de livin' Bud, went up an looked down on de daid Bud, and de daid Bud skeert de livin' Bud, and de livin' Bud fairly flew outen dat house. Den, bless yer soul, honey, dat ole house wuz soon empty."
Mony a year afterwards t' foak round here ud talk o' that for an April frost. An my poor 'Lias lost on that fearfu Scout sleepin out wi'out a rag to cover him, an skeert soomhow t'Lord or t'Devil knows how! And then foak ud have me mak a good tale out o' it soomthin to gie 'em a ticklin down their backbane soomthin to pass an evenin Lord!
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