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The squatter once more entered his cabin, and soon came out again, bringing forth the piece of venison. "Now!" cried he, "to yur stand! an' remember! neyther fires till a bird lights on the grown! Arter that, ye may go it like blazes!" "Stay!" said I; "there is something yet to be done. You are acting honourably in this affair which I acknowledge is more than I was led to expect.
And the tw-twenty dollars? I'll g-get it to-morrow, you say?" "Yes." "A-and the other t-t-twenty? I'll get it later, eh?" "You can trust me, can't you, Patsy?" queried Billy. "B-betch yur life I can. E-e-e-everybody does. B-but how much later?" "When it is all over," answered Billy. "A-all right," responded his stuttering friend.
"That wur one sukumstance in his favour. Wa'nt it?" "It wur! it wur!" "Wal, hyur's another. The Injun, 'ee see, shot his mark off o' the head. Now, this child's a-gwine to knock his'n off o' the tail. Kud yur Injun do that? Eh, boyees?" "No, no!" "Do that beat him, or do it not, then?" "It beats him!" "It does!" "Far better!" "Hooray!" vociferated several voices, amidst yells of laughter.
"They were false I confess it." "Enuf!" cried Holt, drawing down his gun. "Enuf for me. An' now, ye cowardly snake, ye may go wi' yur beauties yander. They'll not like ye a bit the wuss for all this. Ye may go an' carry yur conscience along wi' ye ef that 'll be any comfort to ye. Away wi' ye!" "No!" exclaimed a voice from behind, and at the same time Wingrove was seen stepping out from the rock.
"Wot's this about them amatoor clo'es?" he inquired portentously. "Oo 'as the key of that box?" "I have," said Elkin. "I locked it after the last performance, and, unless you've been up to any monkey tricks, Tomlin, the duds are there yet." "You're bitin' me 'ead off all the mornin', Fred," protested the aggrieved landlord. "Fust, the gin was wrong, an' now I'm supposed to 'ave rummidged yur box.
"Now, cap'n," cried the guide, reining up, and pointing to the entrance, "hyur's yur place to make stand. We kin keep them back till thur sick i' the guts; that's what we kin do." "You are sure there is no pass that leads out but this one?" "Ne'er a crack that a cat kud get out at; that ur, 'ceptin' they go back by the other eend; an' that'll take them a round-about o' two days, I reckin."
"Look 'ee hyur, boyees!" said Rube, pointing to the motte; "if 'ee look sharp, yur mout scare up another calf yander away! I'm a-gwine to see arter this Injun's har; I am." The hunters, at the suggestion, galloped off to surround the motte. I felt a degree of irresolution and disgust at this cool shedding of blood.
Shet up yur durned head, or ye'll scare away the birds! an', by the tarnal! ef you do, I'll fire at ye, the fust that takes wing!" "Let that be the signal, then!" cried I, roused to an impatient indignation by this new insult: "the first that takes wing!" "Agreed!" was the quick rejoinder, delivered in a tone that bespoke determination to abide by it. My irresolution troubled me no longer.
Niver say die till yur dead, and the crowner are holdin' his 'quest over yur karkidge. Thet's the doctryne o' Walt Wilder." As if to give illustrative proof of it, he catches hold of his comrade's sleeve; with a pluck turns him around, and leads him back to the place where they had parted from the mules.
Finally the spectre trained his pale eyes upon his host, pulled in a long breath and remarked: "Jake, I'm yur dead father. I come back to have a talk with ye 'bout the way things is agoin' on. I want to know 'f you think it's right notter recognise yur dead parent?" May I be permitted to again inquire the precise nature of your present business?"
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