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'Look here, Slavin, said Craig earnestly; 'if I can be of use to you in any way, count on me. 'It's good to me the both of yez have been, an' I'll not forget it to yez, he replied, with like earnestness. As we told Mrs. Mavor that night, for Craig thought it too good to keep, her eyes seemed to grow deeper and the light in them to glow more intense as she listened to Craig pouring out his tale.
'I'll help no more to kill any man, or, in a lower tone, 'any man's baby. The priest's words had struck home. 'Thank God, Slavin! said Craig, offering his hand; 'you are much too good a man for the business. 'Good or bad, I'm done wid it, he replied, going on with his work. 'You are throwing away good money, Slavin, I said, as the head of a cask crashed in.
Halting irresolutely a moment, Slavin presently faced about and returned. "Wan harse on'y!" he vouchsafed to their silent looks of enquiry. "He had not company. Must have been shot from lift or right av th' thrail." He stared around him at the bare sweep of ground. "Now fwhere cud any livin' man find cover here in th' full av th' moon, tu get th' range wid a small arm?
Taking a risky chance, Slavin, watching his opportunity suddenly closed with the struggling men and, raising his arm brought the barrel of his heavy Colt's .45 smashing down on the knuckles of the crazed man's gun-hand. Instantaneously the latter's weapon dropped to the floor. Bang!
She dabbed at the false-front of red hair, which had become somewhat disarranged. "La, la!" she murmured, "I'm all of a twitter!" "Some hand-out tu," remarked Slavin politely, "from th' face av um. . . . Fwhat was ut ye handed him, Mishtress Lee, might I ask? th' flat-iron or th' rollin' pin?" "I did not!" the dame retorted indignantly.
The seasons have been bad for some years past, and it's all I've been able to do to make the two ends meet, with your mother slavin' like a nigger patchin' up the child'n's old rags till they're like Joseph's coat after the wild beast had done its worst on it though we are given to understand that the only wild beasts as had to do with that coat was Joseph's own brothers.
It's an awful hit. Griffo couldn't dodge it, and Slavin couldn't stand up against it. No fear of any man hitting him twice. "And he's dog-proof, too. His legs are padded with tar and oakum, and if a dog bites a bit out of him, it will take that dog weeks to pick his teeth clean. Never bite anybody again, that dog won't.
If an ordinary man cooked up such a scheme as that for the benefit of the people, I'd feel justified in calling him a "crank," and I cannot conceive how a man like Dr. Slavin can tack his signature to such tommy-rot.
When she was a child, Mrs. Slavin was our nearest neighbor. She said her father used to tell her these tales. William Kavanaugh was her father. Slaves were brought and sold in Clay at one time. A large, stout negro woman in good health sold for $300 to $500. A large stout negro man sold for $1,000. Children were sold for $150 to $200. Mr.
"He's got nothing on you, has he?" "Fwhat?" . . . Slavin, turning like a flash, glared sharply at him out of deep-set scowling eyes, "Fwhat?" Tonelessly, George repeated his query, Slavin's glare gradually faded. "Eyah!" he affirmed presently, "he has! . . ." came a long pause "but not as yu mane ut . . . oh! begorrah, no!"
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