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Now, we'll have him!" and with Hilda to help, she began cautiously to raise the bucket. Billy slowly got up from the ground, and dusted off his trouser knees. "It's allers wuth while a-prayin' for things," he remarked. In a few minutes the bucket was on a level with the well-curb, and while Hilda held the pole, Cricket drew out her dripping, shivering pet.
"I wa'n't a mite deceived by that pig pen, no more'n I was by Jed Towle's hen coop, nor Ivory Dunn's well-curb, nor Pitt Packard's shed-steps. If you hed ever kep' up your buildin's yourself, Rose's beaux wouldn't hev to do their courtin' with carpenters' tools." "It's the pigpen an' the hencoop you want to keep your eye on, mother, not the motives of them as made 'em.
"Frantic frogs of France, if the professor's tumbled into a well he may be in serious trouble." They set off on the run to where a pile of stones showed a well-curb had once been. The hoards at the top, which had covered it over, had rotted, and there was a jagged hole in them. Jack cautiously bent over and placed his mouth at the edge of the hole. "Professor, are you down there?" he hailed.
All of a sudden it struck him that he could sleep in the stable-loft, and he thought what a fool he was not to have thought of it before. The notion brightened him up so that he got the gourd that hung beside the well-curb and took it out to the stable with him; for now he remembered that the cow would be there, unless she was in somebody's garden-patch or cornfield.
They led him to the well-curb, followed by the smiling Doña Consolacion. In his misery he cast a glance of envy toward the heap of corpses and a sigh escaped from his breast. "Talk now," the directorcillo again advised him. "They'll hang you anyhow. You'll at least die without suffering so much." "You'll come out of this only to die," added a cuadrillero.
And she was gone in the darkness, to sit by her wounded men. With her went the interval of peace; for past the well-curb came another figure, scuffing slowly toward the light. The compradore, his robes lost in their background, appeared as an oily face and a hand beckoning with downward sweep. The two friends rose, and followed him down the courtyard.
"Somehow," said Sophie, sitting exhausted on an ancient well-curb "somehow one wouldn't insult these lovely old things by filling them with hay."
Bobby now first spoke: "Who's glum?" he countered gloomily. The iron of those days when she had laughed at him was deep within him, and this she now divined, and said absently: "I used to think you were pretty nice. But I don't like you any more." "Yes, you used to!" Bobby repeated derisively. "Is that why you made fun of me all the time?" At this Di coloured and tapped her foot on the well-curb.
And so, while the rest were debating whether the world would come to an end or not, August had a disconsolate feeling that the end of the world had already come. And it did not make him feel better to have Wilhelmina whisper, "Oh! but she is pretty, that Anderson girl a'n't she, August?" "He sings like an owlingale!" Jonas Harrison was leaning against the well-curb, talking to Cynthy Ann.
Brother Richards covered Brother Taylor with a straw bed. Several shots were fired at the bed, some of which cut his leg. Richards looked from the window on the scene, and several balls passed through his clothing, but he received no injury. After Joseph fell he was set up against the well-curb and shot again. A man named Boggs rolled up his sleeves, and with a knife attempted to cut off his head.
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