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Be'n runnin' my traps down the bank, yeah, an' along of the chute, gettin' rats. Yo' trappin'?" "No, just tripping," Terabon replied. "I was down to New Madrid this morning." "I'm just up from there. Ho law! Theh's one man I'd hate to be down below. I expect yo've hearn tell of them Despard riveh pirates? No!
"Seems like I cayn't get shut of yo' nohow, but I'm shore glad to see yo'. These yeah boys have took cyar of me great. Same's you done, Parson, but I wa'nt your kind, swearin' around, so I pulled out. Yo' cayn't he'p me much, but likely likely theh's some yo' kin." "I'd shore like to find them," Rasba declared, smoothing the man's pillow. "But there's not so many I can he'p.
Theh's a feller drapping down out the Ohio; he's lookin' fo' a feller name of Jock Drones didn't hear what for. Yo' know 'im?" "Nope, but I'll pass the word around." "S'long!" "Jock Drones huh!" Buck repeated, turning into the lamp-lit kitchen where Slip was sniffing the coffee pot. "Friend of mine just stopped," Buck whispered. "There's a detective coming down out of the Ohio.
I'm going to go droppin' along, same's the rest." "Don't let go of that pistol. Theh's mean, bad men down thisaway, Nelia!" Nelia laughed, but harshly. "I don't give a damn for anything now; I tell you that!" "Don't forget it. Shoot any man that comes."
Minah," Jim Caope suggested. "Mrs. Minah!" Mrs. Caope exclaimed. "Talk about riveh ladies theh's one. She owns Mozart Bend. Seventeen mile of Mississippi River's her'n, an' nobody but knows hit, if not to start with, then by the end. She stands theh, at the breech of her rifle, and, ho law, cayn't she shoot! She's real respectable, too, cyarful an' 'cordin' to law.
Course, I got to get you cured up an' took cyar of first." "I cayn't say much about being pious on Old Mississip'," Prebol grinned, "but theh's two ways of findin' trouble. One's to set still long enough, and then, again, you can go lookin' fo' hit. Course, yo' know me! I've hunted trouble pretty fresh, an' I've found hit, an' I've lived onto hit.
Not until his binoculars rested upon the bar at the foot of Fort Pillow Bluff did Terabon's eyes discover any human beings, and then he saw a white houseboat with a red hull. He headed toward it to ask the familiar river question. "No, suh!" the lank, sharp-eyed fisherman shook his head. "Theh's no motorboat landed up theh, not this week. Who all mout you be?"
Hand me that line an' I'll tie yo' to them stakes. Betteh throw the stern anchor over, fo' this yeah's a shallows, an' the riveh's eddyin', an' if hit don't go up hit'll go down, an' " "Theh's a head rise coming out the Ohio," someone said. "Yo' won't need no anchor over the stern!" "Sho! I'm glad to see yo'!" Mrs.
Down theh on the bar she draws yo' right into shallow water, an' yo' hang up." Rasba looked up the river; he looked down at the nearing sandbar, and as they passed the rippling head in safety he turned a grave face toward the pilot. "Up theh, theh wasn't much suck to hit, but down yeah, afteh yo've drawed into the current, theh's a strong drag an' bad shoals?" "Jes' so!"
Parson Rasba discovered that it was a woman at the sweeps, and a few strokes later he knew that it was a slim, young woman. When she coasted down outside the eddy, to swing in at the foot, and arrived opposite him, he recognized her. "God he'p me!" he choked, "hit's Missy Nelia. Hit's Missy Nelia! An' she's a runned away married woman an' theh's the man she shot!"
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