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Mango was to follow, or should he be prevented, Leo promised that he would return with his friends to his rescue. "But, massa," added Mango, "long way walky. Dey got cows, big horns, for ridey. Me steal one for massa." Perhaps I am making Mango speak even more clearly than he really did; but he made me understand his meaning by the help of words and signs. "No," I replied.
Did you notice the 'still' the major's got on?" called the cheerful voice of Marty, her cousin. "He's got more than he can carry comfortably already; Walky Dexter will be taking him home again. He did the other night." "No, Marty! did he?" cried the troubled girl. "Sure," chuckled Marty. "Walky says he thinks some of giving up the express business and buyin' himself a hack.
He carried a long parcel and when he went through the more than waist-high drifts he held this high above his head. "Hi, there!" yelled Marty, waving his mittened hands. "Ain't you lost over here, Mr. Haley?" "I see somebody has been before me," laughed Nelson Haley, following Walky Dexter's tracks over the fence and up to the cleared porch. "How do you do, Miss Janice?
Nor did anybody see him outside the Beaseley cottage all day. It was a very unhappy Sunday for Janice. The whole town was abuzz with excitement. There were two usually inoffensive persons "on the dissecting table," as Walky Dexter called it Nelson and Hopewell Drugg.
Janice and Marty exchanged glances as the expressman came in and took a chair that creaked under his weight. The girl, remembering what her cousin had said about the visitor, wondered if it were possible that Walky had been drinking and now showed the effects of it. It was true, as Janice had once said the expressman should have been named "Talkworthy" rather than "Walkworthy" Dexter.
"I am positive that Hopewell would never have sold it for a hundred dollars if he hadn't felt he must," broke in the storekeeper's wife, and Janice did not complete her impulsive observation. "Ye can't most allus sometimes tell!" drawled Walky. "Mebbe Hopewell had suthin' up his sleeve 'sides his wrist. Haw! haw! haw! "Shucks! talk about a fiddle bein' wuth a hunderd dollars! Jefers-pelters!
Middler rather, through a certain conversation with the minister that Janice received the greatest help during these weeks when her father's fate remained uncertain. She could not spend all her time at Hopewell Drugg's, or with Walky Dexter, or even about the old Day house. Autumn had come, and the mornings were frosty. The woods were aflame with the sapless leaves.
The Lamb laughed with pleasure, and said, 'Walky wif Panty, and rode on Robert's back with yells of joy, and tried to feed Jane with stones, and altogether made himself so agreeable that nobody could long be sorry that he was of the party.
Mebbe on clost examination the fiddle don't 'pear ter be one o' them old masters they tell about! Haw! haw! haw!" Janice started to say something. "Why don't they look inside " "Inside o' what?" demanded Walky, when the girl halted.
But 'Rill Drugg and little Lottie were continually in her mind. From Walky Dexter, with whom she rode home to Polktown on Friday, she gained some information that she would have been glad not to hear. "Talk abeout the 'woman with the sarpint tongue," chuckled Walky. "We sartain sure have our share of she in Polktown."
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