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Updated: May 23, 2025
Now, it has occurred to my chum Westly an' me, that it would be better, safer, and surer to buy him up, than to fight for him, an' as I know some o' you fellers has dug up more goold than you knows well what to do wid, an' you've all got liberal hearts lastewise ye should have, if ye haven't I propose, an' second the resolootion, that we make up some five hundred pounds betune us, an' presint it to Bully Gashford as a mark of our estaim if he'll on'y give us up the kay o' the prison, put Patrick Flinders, Esquire, sintry over it, an' then go to slape till breakfast-time tomorry mornin'."
"And can I bring Snatchet with me? I want him because he's Flukey's, and because he'll love me. Can I, Pappy Lon?" "Yep, damn it! ye can. Bring all the dogs in Tarrytown; but be back tomorry night." "I'll come, all right; but I'm goin' now." As the girl turned to go, Lem lumbered to his feet. "I've got somethin' to say about this!" he stuttered. "Sit down, Lem!" commanded Lon. Crabbe stood still.
Me en the kid are aimin' to do a lot of romancin' eround mebbe tomorry." Arriving at the cabin, Welborn took a can of gasoline through the opening out to the pump. He tinkered with the engine and presently a steady "chug-chug-chug" reverberated down the valley. Mechanical mining was on at the Silver Falls Project.
"Thar ye go crowdin' the question chute," complained Landy as the party arrived at the filling station. "Tomorry we've got to be in Adot. We've got a deed to record; got to buy some ground feed, if them calves are to be weaned; got to hire a lot of exter hay hands en enough he'p to corral them yearlin's.
"Ye be goin' to Lem's tomorry, and ye'll go tonight if ye put on any airs with me! See?" Fledra placed a plate for herself, and sat down opposite Lon. Choking, she crushed the food into her mouth and swallowed it with effort. For even one night's respite she would suffer anything! After the dishes were cleared away Fledra knelt by the open window, and peered out upon the water.
Trotter was plainly deeply interested by this time in the story connected with the coming of these seven scouts. "Sure I'll do all I kin to help you land the critters, boys," he assured them. "But that swamp is some big, an' I guess as haow you'll have all you want to do achasin' through the same. Supposin' naow you let things rest till tomorry, and make an early start.
Bedad, if I can't buy it I'll stale it. We're goin' to fight tomorry, an' it may be it's the last chance we'll have for a dhrink, unless there's more lik'r now in the other worrld than Dives got." The brigade was bivouacked in some invisible region, amid the damp, misty darkness of a September night.
She first heard the voice of the squatter: "It's almost over, Lem, and then we'll go back to stealin' when ye get Flea. She can be a lot of use to us." "But what ye goin' to say to that feller if he comes up tomorry?" "He can go to hell!" growled Cronk. "And ye won't give the gal to him?" "Nope." In her fancy Fledra could see Lon draw the pipe from his lips to mutter the words to Lem.
He remembered that she had never told him a lie nor broken a promise. "Ye swear that, if I let ye go now, ye'll come back tomorry night?" "Yes, I swear it, if you'll swear that you'll let Fluke alone, and that you won't ever hurt Mr. Shellington. Do you swear it?" Her voice was toned with a desperate passion, and she bent toward the squatter in command. "I swear it," muttered Lon.
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