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"It don't look like Jake would throw me down thataway," he bewailed. "I never done him a meanness. I kep' my mouth shut when they got me an' wouldn't tell who was in with me. Tha's one reason they soaked me with so long a sentence. They was after Jake. They kep' at me to turn state's evidence an' get a short term. But o' course I couldn't do that." "'Course not.

I'm a long ways from there." "And the men with you are gone." "How gone? Did they get 'em?" "Neither of them ever moved out of his tracks." "When I heard the shootin' I figured it would be thataway," Houck said callously. She could see in him no evidence whatever of regret or remorse for what he had done. This raid, she guessed, was of his planning.

Racey had walked all the distance he was humanly able to walk, but even so the horse had carried double the better part of twenty miles. It had earned a rest. So had Racey's feet. "My Gawd, what a relief!" Racey muttered, and sat back and gingerly wiggled his toes. "Damn shame you had to cut 'em up thataway," said Jack Richie, glancing at Racey's slit boots. "They look like new boots."

"Dawg fall!" cried Rube, and Dolph rushed forward to pull the combatants apart. "He don't fight fair," said Chad, panting, and rubbing his right eye which his enemy had tried to "gouge"; "but lemme at him I can fight thataway, too." Tall Tom held them apart. "You're too little, and he don't fight fair.

"They come straight to th' still," he told her, "never falterin', never wonderin' if, maybe, they was on th' right path. Ev'ry inch o' th' hull way had been mapped out for 'em, an' they didn't make a mis-step from th' valley to th' very entrance o' th' cave. I'll git th' chap that planned their course out for 'em thataway! I'll git 'im, Madge! I'll git 'im, sure!"

There was no reply, and she stepped back to see what had become of him. He was prone, writhing in agony. She knew the way to the top of the rock, and was presently crouching beside him. "Don't take on like that!" she pleaded. "Times I cayn't he'p bein' mean: looks like I was made thataway. Get up and slap me, if you want to. I won't slap back."

Is that true?" "If it ain't true," says he, "it may be before long." "Why, Colonel Wright," says she, looking at him with her eyes wide open and when she looked at you thataway couldn't no man help liking her "I wisht you wouldn't do that, sir please!" says she. "Why not?" says he. "Well," says she, "because." He turns around and throws up both hands.

After a little she sat up and continued monotonously: "He was liken to me thataway, too; the Man 'at I heard your Uncle Silas tellin' about one night when I sot on the doorstep at Little Zoar He hadn't no place to lay His'n head; not so much as the red foxes 'r the birds ... and I hain't."

"I haven't made up my mind," Nelia said, adding, with a touch of bitterness, "I don't reckon it makes so much difference!" "Lots that comes down feel thataway," Mrs. Disbon nodded, with sympathy, "Seems like some has more'n their share, and some considerable less!"

"Is it as bad as that, Curly?" says he. "Sometimes I feel thataway myself, although along of me being so busy I can stand it better'n you maybe. But what kick have you got? You ain't got nothing to do take it all around, I never seen a foreman that had less," says he. "Huh!" says I. "That's all you know." "Don't I know all there is to know?" he ast me.