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"Ye did," vociferated Pete, "an' wid me afther ye." "You didn't catch me, though," laughed Tom. "Wal, I got ye now," said Pete, grabbing him good-naturedly by the collar. And they sat down on the back of the truck to talk for a few moments. "I'm glad I came this way," said Tom.
"Wal, now, I wish I could, Lem, but my hoss is stun lame." There was a roar of laughter, during which Sam tried to look unconcerned. "Mebbe Rias'll take me over," said Lem, soberly. "You hitch up, Rias?" "He's gone," said Joe Northcutt, "slid out the door when you was speakin' to Sam."
"Where 'n earth will I get a preacher?... Show Down's forty miles.... Can't ride there in time.... Roy, I've gotta have a preacher.... Life or death deal fer me." "Wal, old man, if you'll brace up I'll marry you to Bo," said Roy, with his glad grin. "Aw!" gasped Las Vegas, as if at the coming of a sudden beautiful hope. "Tom, I'm a preacher," replied Roy, now earnestly.
'Wal I niver! said a low, astonished voice at the foot of the stairs. Bessie rose to her feet with a shriek, the heart stopping in her breast. The door below was ajar, and through the opening peered a face the vicious, drunken face of her husband's eldest son, Timothy Costrell.
"Didn't like to; but then he did." "Fine day, to-day." "Wal, 'twas." And when the reluctant tinman went on his way again, she returned to spread the fabulous result before her mother. There were sugars and spices and whatnot.
"I say, Cap," he said, jerking the words out to the mule's hard trot, and grasping his saddle pommel desperately, "I sorter reckon as how ther'll be some fun back thar afore long, 'less all signs fail." "Why?" I stared at him, now thoroughly aroused to the thought that he had important news to communicate. "Wal," he explained slowly, "whin ye wint off, I sorter tuk a notion ter look 'bout a bit.
"Are you a hunter?" "Wal, I reckon so, though I'm more a trapper. Here, you pack my gun." With that he drew his knife and set to work on the deer. It was wonderful to see his skill. In a few cuts and strokes, a ripping of the hide and a powerful slash, he had cut out a haunch. It took even less work for the second.
"It's pretty bad," replied Duane; and he could not look the cheerful outlaw in the eyes. "I reckon it is. Wal, I've had some bad wounds I lived over. Guess mebbe I can stand this one. Now, Buck, get me some place in the brakes, leave me some grub an' water at my hand, an' then you clear out." "Leave you here alone?" asked Duane, sharply. "Shore. You see, I can't keep up with you.
"Very well, then; it is up to you to get away, and I take it that you understand this river. Where is the main current along here?" "From de p'int yonder, over ter de east shore." "And the depth of water across from us? We are going to head up stream." "Yas, sah; yer plannin' fer ter go nor'. Wal, sah, dars planty o' watah fer dis yere boat right now, wid de spring floods.
"Wal, the verdick of it was, after I'd laid into Ty, I went down to major with the five-dollar bill an' another atop of it, all I had in this livin' world 'An' ef that 's any objec', major, says I, a-wipin' of my eyes, 'it's all I c'n do.
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