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Thar's no kind o' danger but they'll help you: they're up to all that sort o' thing." "The Lord bless you!" said Eliza earnestly. "No 'casion, no 'casion in the world," said the man. "What I've done's of no 'count." "And oh, surely, sir, you won't tell any one!" "Go to thunder, gal! What do you take a feller for? In course not," said the man.
Thar's a passel of us who has roped up our mail, an' now we're standin' 'round in front of the Red Light, breakin' into letters an' papers, an' a-makin' of comments, when along wanders a party who's been picnicin' with the camp. As the deal turns, he never does stay long nohow; never long enough to become a 'genial 'quaintance an' a fav'rite of all.
We'd hev a good chance at them in the mornin'; now we've got 'em a long ways from their camp, so we'll wait, an' see what deviltry they're up to." "Mebbe he's waitin' for some Injun band," suggested Jonathan. "Thar's redskins in the valley an' close to him; but I reckon he's barkin' up another tree." "Suppose we run into some of these Injuns?"
With that, having laid aside his gun, which, as he represented, could be, in such an undertaking, of no service, and directed Stackpole to do the same, he shook Roland by the hand, and, waiting an instant till Ralph had followed his example, and added his farewell in the brief phrase, "Sodger, I'm atter my mistress; and, for all Nathan's small talk about massacree and captivation, we'll fetch her, with a most beautiful lot of hosses; so thar's no fawwell about it," turned to little Peter, whom he addressed quite as gravely as he had done the Virginian.
Fed and refreshed, "Peanuts" Causey started on again and before he had been long gone Bas Rowlett appeared and sent his long halloo ahead of him in announcement of his coming. "I jist lowed I'd ride over an' see could I tender ye any neighbourly act," he began affably and Maggard laughed. "Thet thar's right clever of ye," he declared.
"That was before you sent the order through fer the arms?" inquired Hickey. "Si, señor. But now, as you see, everything bids fair to go well, and " "By hemlock!" broke in Rafter's sharp voice, as he drew his pistol, "thar's two cusses hidin' in ther altar."
Thar's his big broad-sword, and but, Lord above us, ar'nt his sister a beauty! Any man in Kentucky will be proud of her; but, I warrant me, she'll take to nothing under a cunnel!"
Thar's a bush 'most breakin' down with its weight of ripe and juicy thimbleberries, back of the old cedar tree. Bees have been at 'em." The next snare they visited was empty. In another a woodgrouse was caught, and in yet another a fox cub. Kiddie's steel traps were set farther away. He went first to the one about which he had been so particular. "Gee!" he exclaimed. "It's sprung! Bait's taken.
Thar's somethin' fishy, too, about his havin' that book, an' knowin' about them letters on that rock. It's mighty curious, an' I can't savvy it at all." During the days that followed, Constance's mind was seriously perplexed. She longed to go to the old chief, and question him about the picture, but dreaded the undertaking, knowing nothing of the native language.
"Thanks, my friend," said Roland, with a cordial grasp of the hand. "The horse will be recovered?" "Thar's no denying it," said Bruce, "if a fresh leg can outrun a weary one; and besides, the brute war not content with the best horse, but he must have the second best too, that's Major Smalleye's two-y'ar-old pony.
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