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"It will do as well as any other," I replied mechanically still under the influence of surprise, not unmingled with a sentiment of admiration. "Dismount, then! Take your pouch an' flask along wi' ye ye see I've got myen? One shot at ye's all I'll want, I reck'n. But ef thur shed be a miss, look out for quick loadin'! an' mind, mister! thur's one o' us'll niver leave this clarin' alive."
Thur's witnesses o' both sides yur own beauties down yander; an' some hyur o' a better sort, I reck'n. Afore them, I call on ye to declar that yur proofs wur false, an' that I'm innocent o' the crime o' murder!" There was a profound silence when the speaker finished. The strange and unexpected nature of the demand, held every one in breathless surprise.
"This child," said Rube, after the rest had given in their experience, "leavin' monkey to the beside, have ate all them critturs as has been named yet. Monkey he hain't, bein' as thur's none o' 'em in these parts.
A good man sent me to college, and I've just graduated and come back to look up my friends." "Frinds, is it, ye'll be afther a findin'? Thin ye'd bist look ilsewhar, fer thur's no one in this alley fit to be frinds with the loikes uv you. Ef that's wot they does with b'ys at co-lidge a pity 'tis more uv um can't git shot an' go there.
"It is fortunate," said Seguin, looking after him for some moments, "that they have trampled the ground about here, else the tracks made in our last encounter would certainly have told tales upon us." "Thur's no danger about that," rejoined Rube; "but when we rides from hyur, cap'n, we mustn't foller their trail. They'd soon sight our back tracks.
"I wish to see Mr Holt," I replied, struggling hard to keep my temper. "Ye wish to see Mister Holt? Thur's no Mister Holt 'bout hyur." "No?" "No! damnation, no! Didn't ye hear me!" "Do I understand you to say, that Hickman Holt does not live here?" "You understan' me to say no sich thing. Eft's Hick Holt ye mean, he diz live hyur." "Hick Holt yes that is the name." "Wall what o't, ef't is?"
"Yev hed a long ride, Josh," said he, leaning towards the table and clutching hold of the bottle: "try a taste o' this hyur rot-gut 'taint the daintiest o' drink to offer a man so genteelly dressed as you air this morning; but thur's wuss licker in these hyur back'oods, I reckun. Will ye mix? Thur's water in the jug thar." "No water for me," was the laconic reply. "Yur right 'bout that.
In another moment he re-appeared in the doorway; not with any papers in his hand but, instead, a long rifle, that with its butt resting on the door-stoop, stood almost as high as himself? "Now, Mister Turn-me-out?" said he, speaking in a satirical triumphant tone, and raising the piece in front of him, "thur's my title my pre-emption right's the right o' the rifle.
Its shadder's jest a creepin' up to the house: the minnit that shadder touches the wall, I'll shoot you down, as sure's my name's Hick Holt. Mind, I've gin ye warnin'!" "And I give you warning, Mr Holt, that I am prepared to defend myself; and if you miss " "Miss!" ejaculated he with a contemptuous toss of the head "miss, ye fool! thur's no fear o' that."
Ye see yander stump standin' nigh the bars?" "Yes I see it." "Wal, mister, thur you'll take yur stand ahine or afront o' it, whichsomever ye like best. Hyur's this other un, clost by the crib thur'll be my place. Thur's twenty yurds atween 'em, I reck'n. Is that yur distance?"
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