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The squatter took off his hat and shook the snow from the top of it. He looked, alternately, from the girl in the chair near the window to the little man staring up at him. "I come to speak to the brat," he said. "She ain't very well," answered Andy. Tessibel looked around. "Sit down, Jake," she invited. "The night's dreadful, isn't it?" Brewer coughed and remained silent.
"He said oncet as how he wouldn't give me to nobody. Ezy Longman wanted me to marry him, but I hated him.... I don't now, though, 'cause he air dead." "Tessibel, will you let me give you some money to buy milk for the strange little boy?" "Somebody gived me some money after my lickin' last night, so I don't need none now." A jealous feeling rose instantly in Young's heart.
"Kid," he said huskily, "I'm a hard-headed old cuss, harder'n brass tacks. I been made so by just such men as Andy Bishop " He paused, and during his short hesitation, pregnant with meaning, Tessibel kept her eyes on him. "I was wonderin', little one," he finished, shame-faced, "when you say your prayers, if you'd pipe one for me. I need it, so help me God, I do."
"Love air everywhere the hull time," he sobbed. "Oh, Love, Divine, merciful Love, protect my pretty child!" In another sixty seconds he was pounding through the snow road toward the lake with a sleeping red-haired girl in his arms. It was broad day when Tessibel opened her eyes. She lay for some time looking at the ceiling, then around her.
Ma Moll were here with the hoss doctor, and they says he air to croak dum quick." Teola raised her head, startled. "Oh, I didn't know you had had a doctor. I was going to speak about it to-night." She dropped her eyes, reddened, and then added, "But the horse doctor, Tessibel?" "Squatters allers has the hoss doctor they air cheaper." "But he can't die!" Teola moaned. "Not now not yet!
Her brother turned and strode up and down the room, while Mrs. Waldstricker's eyes, full of questioning anguish, followed his tall figure. "I suppose he said I'd marry Tessibel Skinner. Is that it?" His voice was low, deep and intense. Wheeling about he looked across at his sister. She got up from her chair and went to him.
Was that it, Tessibel?" he cross-questioned. "Yes." The murmured answer was scarcely audible. "One of the squatters, then?" The red head sank again. This time a decided shake of the shining curls made the denial. Hoping to avoid further examination, the girl tried to rise to her feet, but the questioner's hand pressed her back. "Don't ask me," she entreated. "I'm better now."
Drawing out four huge eels, she threw them into the bottom of the boat, closed the trap door and rowed away toward the shore. Inside the shanty, she placed the fish upon the wooden table and stood for an instant regarding them. One long eel drew itself into tense half circles, turning over and over until as he neared the edge of the table Tessibel caught him.
We has our rights to live, to eat bread and beans, like ye have, hain't we? If Daddy Skinner air hung, then Tessibel hangs too." Here the tired young face drooped a little. "Ye'll hang him will ye? Well! ye won't cause cause " Her red head flashed back upon the uncovered shoulders the wild eyes lifted a moment to the rocking rafters in the roof.
The thought of the fisherman with his dog-bitten face was repulsive to her. "Ye be goin' in with me to see him, ain't ye, Myry?" The brown eyes entreated that she should not be sent to Ben Letts alone. Myra Longman shook her head. She knew that the brat's pa did not want to see her, and again she shook her head as Tessibel waited. "He air been askin' all the mornin' for ye, Tess," urged Mrs.
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