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"An' this heah cap'n?" "He tells us wheah thar's good pickin's." For a moment the man produced a spark of spite. "He's a Reb, like you " "Have you used this place before?" Drew broke in. If this were either a regular or temporary rendezvous for this jackal pack, the quicker they were away, the better. "No, the cap'n said to meet here tonight." "I don't suppose he said when?"
Drew realized then that their mixture of clothing must have stamped them as the very outlaws they wanted to hunt down, as far as the Union troopers were concerned. "Now that's wheah you're sure jumpin' your fences," Kirby's half grin vanished. "We're General Forrest's men, not guerrillas. Or ain't you never heard tell of Forrest's Cavalry?
You can always go and get another position with people who've lived the way I've lived, and my recommendation to the other kind wouldn't amount to much." Overcome by emotion and disappointment, Annie collapsed on a trunk. "Ah can just see wheah Ah'm goin'!" she cried; "back to dat boa'din-house fo' me." "Now, shut your noise," cried Laura impatiently. "I don't want to hear any more.
"Then, theah was the herd of peccaries about five miles from wheah they had stahted, sittin' down, resting, a-smilin' at each othah and congratulatin' each othah, I reckon, on the way they had knocked the stuffin' out of that theah ole cyclone fo' good and all.
She knows bettah than to bloom in this God-fo'saken country that was what she called it wheah you cain't get the flowahs to bloom because of the wind that is fo'evah blowin'. She lives now wheah the flowahs bloom and the wind nevah blows." Cyclona lifted her head to listen to the moan and the sough of the wind. "I love it," she said.
Unconsciously he was comparing this sickening meretriciousness with the delightful reserve and dignity of another environment, and he felt the quick shame of a schoolboy detected in his first illicit adventure. Red grunted telepathically: "Gawd, Ken, this yeah's a punk layout. Let's go out wheah it's clean."
"We didn't move," said Cyclona. "We was moved. Father likes it here, but I get awful lonesome without no neighbors." The plaint struck an answering chord. "Look heah," said Seth. "You see that little dugout 'way ovah theah? That's wheah I live. My wife's theah all by herself. She's lonesome, too. Maybe she'd laik to have you come and visit her and keep her company. Will you?"
When Lucy agreed that it would be all right, Val boosted him into the saddle where he clung like a jockey. "An' wheah is yo'all goin', Mistuh Val?" asked Lucy, cutting out round cookies with a downward stroke of the drinking glass she had pressed into service. The regular cutter was, in her opinion, too small. "Down toward the bayou.
Cyclones nevah come this way, neah to the forks of two rivers wheah we ah," and waxing eloquent on this, his hobby, he began telling her of the great and beautiful and prosperous city which was sometime to be built on this spot; perhaps the very dugout in which they sat would form its center.
"Just Cyclona. I ain't got no other name." Seth smiled back at her, she seemed so timidly wild, like those little prairie dogs that stand on their haunches and bark, and yet are ever mindful of the safety of their near-by lairs, waiting for them in case of molestation. "Wheah did you come frum?" he queried. "Two or three hundred miles from here," she answered, "where we had a claim."
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