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An' he goes on dilatin' to the effect that he stops six of 'em for good with the six loads in his weepon, an' then makes it a stand-off on the remainin' fourteen with the empty gun. "'It is the slumberin' terrors of my eye, I reckons, says this Lyin' Amos.
"How can you tell what you can do without tryin'?" sez he lookin' shrewdly, and longingly, up the slide. I trembled, for I knew not what the next move of his would be. But I bethought me of a powerful weepon I had by me. And I sez, "The driver will ask pay for every minute we are here." And as I sez this, Josiah turned and almost flew down the steps and into the buggy. I had skairt him.
"She is composin' some poetry onto you, Josiah Allen," sez I, in tremblin' axents; for I felt that if that skeme failed, I wuz undone, for I knew I had no ingredients there to get him a extra good meal. No, I felt that my tried and true weepon wuz fur away, and this wuz my last hope. But as I thought these thoughts with almost a heatlightnin' rapidety, I see a change in his liniment.
"Ay! and that wad be likely eneuch! for na robber wou'd gae to kill a man wi' siccan a weepon as that," said Rose, who had begun to recover her composure. Then the man began to question her in his turn: "You brought the satchel safely?" "Ay, I brought it safely." "Where is it?" "Lock the door and I'll get it." The man locked the door.
"Yes, I see. He has been peeling your neck pretty bad, ain't he? Powerful claws, I reckon. Jack, you'll be getting into trouble some day with your weepons." He took a small knife out of his pocket. "Look here, Jack. I've been going up and down the river more'n twenty years, and never carried a weepon bigg'n that, and never had a muss with nobody. A man who draws his bowie sometimes gets shot.
It goes on ontil mighty likely fifth-drink time that forenoon, an' as Billy don't see no trace, sign, nor signal-smoke of his pard, he gets oneasy. "'It's a fact, says Billy afterward, 'thar's hours when I more'n half allows this yere squaw of 'Doby's has done took a knife, or some sech weepon, an' gets even with 'Doby, while he sleeps, for me pluggin' her paw about the mule.
"But it wasn't the gun as done it. It was bilin' water. I've found ye kin always depend on bilin' water!" "I hope the gun acted right by you, however!" said the woodsman. Mrs. Gammit's voice took on a tone of reserve. "Well, Mr. Barren, I thank ye kindly for the loan of the weepon. Ye meant right. But it's on my mind to warn ye. Don't ye go for to trust that gun, or ye'll live to regret it.
Tell that sot, he continues, p'intin' at Jack, to put down his gun an' not offer it at me no more. He's a heap too vivid with that weepon. Only I'm a white-winged harbinger of peace, I shore ups an' makes him eat the muzzle offen it. "'Well, whatever be you thirstin' for, anyhow? says Enright.
Riz up out o' the grass 'n' ketched holt uv 'im 'fore he c'u'd pull a weepon. Tuk this out uv his pocket, an' I tried to git the boss out o' the mire, but didn't hev time." He sat erect and proudly handed me a sheet of paper. I opened it, and read as follows: "To CAPTAIN ELIAS WILKINS, Royal Fusiliers.
"I am!" announced Willie without hesitation "Bein' perhaps the handiest man present with a weepon, I'm goin' to start this journey." He looked his foes squarely in the eyes. "Has anybody got objections to me?"
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