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"Grab him, Curly!" says she; so I grabbed him when she swung in and hauled him up. He was wet all over and at first he seemed half mad. I seen who he was then he was the Wisner's hired man. "Why didn't you let me alone?" says he. "I'd 'a' got her all right pretty soon. You might have gone over too." "What?" says she, scornful. "You're all right anyways, and you got no kick coming."
He set, with his hands in his pockets, and looked out at Wisner's brick wall; and says he to me: "This here is going to be a changed ward. I ain't in no man's vest pocket. I ain't done yet. This is just the beginning. But where's the kid, Curly?" I went and found her. William was still hid somewhere the night's doings had grieved him plenty. She come in and set down by her pa.
As to them pore stockholders, I reckon you could buy them out right cheap; but, cheap or not, Old Man Wisner's in more than he ever thought he'd be," says he. "Ain't you going to let the old man off on none of them deferred payments?" says I, grinning. "I am, of course, Curly," says he, solemn. "Seeing what he has done for us, I'm just hankering for some chance of doing him a kindness!" says he.
Wisner's office, and I now think I probably saved money by not going there; for I found out from the proprietor of the hotel that Rucker, whom he called Doc Rucker, had moved to Milwaukee early in the summer. "Friend of yours?" he asked. "No," I said with a good deal of emphasis; "but I want to find him bad!"
There, sir! that, my one question, Dr. Wisner's reply, and my rejoinder, bring out, perfectly, the two theories of right and wrong. Sir, Abraham married his half-sister. That law made, then, such marriage sin. But God gave no such law in the family of Adam; because he made, himself, the marriage of brother and sister the way, and the only way, for the increase of the human race.
Old Man Wright sets back and looks at them papers right ca'm. "I know what Old Man Wisner's been East for," says he. "He couldn't raise that much money nigh on a million dollars on anything as wildcat as strawberries and cream in Wyoming; not these times. Even the banks is wise onto that now.
I went back in the house and stood near our door, watching the street. In about half or three-quarters of a hour I seen Old Man Wisner's car coming in; there was lights in the car and I could see him plain. He was setting with his head kind of bent down. I suppose, like enough, he'd already been served with them papers of ours down town.
"What mun Ay do wi' t' horses, Sur?" asked Tim, touching his castor as he spoke. "Take them home, to be sure," replied Harry, "and meet us with them under the oak tree, close to Mr. Wisner's house, at five o'clock this evening." "Nay! nay!
"Why, Timothy's gittin' out the wagon, and we'll drive up the old road round the ridge, and so strike in by Minthorne's, and take them ridges down, and so across the hill there's some big stubbles there, and nice thick brush holes along the fence sides, and the boys does tell us there be one or two big bevies but, cuss them, they will lie! and over back of Gin'ral Bertolf's barns, and so acrost the road, and round the upper eend of the big pond, and down the long swamp into Hell hole, and Tim can meet us with the wagon at five o'clock, under Bill Wisner's white oak does that suit you?"
The new settlers that had come in under our old patents, through this here Yellow Bull Colonization and Improvement Company, they was shore having hard sledding along of their having believed everything they seen in the papers. They'd allowed they was going into the Promised Land. It was but it wasn't nothing else but a promise. It was Old Man Wisner's fault really.
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