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For a moment he stood, head erect, full of poise and force in curb; a second squeak he came slowly back toward the sound and in so doing passed between Yan and the Rabbit. He had crossed its old trail without feeling much interest, but now the breeze brought its body scent.
Yan was very anxious to see whether his eyes were open or not; he had been told that Rabbits sleep with open eyes, but at this distance he could not be sure. He had no field-glass and Guy was not at hand, so the point remained in doubt. The last sun-blots had gone from the trail and the pond was all shadowed by the trees on the western side.
"Kop 'old o' that," he said, and thrust a coin into the Chinaman's yellow paw. "Keep me waitin' an' I'll pull the dam' shop down, Charlie. You can lay to it." "No hab got pipee " began the other. Smith raised his fist, and Yan capitulated. "Allee lightee," he said. "Full up no loom. You come see." He dived behind the dirty curtain, Smith and I following, and ran up a dark stair.
"Yuen Yan is painstaking, and has perhaps done as well as could be expected of one of his shallow intellect, but the absence of suave and high-minded conversation cannot fail to be alienating the custom of the more polished. Plainly it is a short-sighted policy for a person to try and evade his destiny.
There won't be after this. We come too early, and it's too hot for the Dog, anyway." "We could cross the creek and go into Boyle's bush," suggested the Woodpecker. "We're like to strike anything there. Larry de Neuville swears he saw a Unicorn there the night he came back from Garney's wake." "How can you tell the kind of game by the Dog's barking?" asked Yan.
Come on, now; here's for a starter," and Yan carried a big stone to what seemed to him the narrowest place. Then he brought more, and worked with enthusiasm till he had a line of stones right across the creek bed. Sam still sat naked on the bank, his knees to his chin and his arms around them. The war-paint was running down his chest in blue and red streaks.
Sam fired at the great feathery creature, but evidently missed, for the Owl spread its wings and sailed away. "There goes my best arrow. That was my 'Sure-death." "Pshaw!" growled Yan, as he noted the miss. "You can't shoot a little bit." But as they stood, there was a fluttering of broad wings, and there, alighting as before on the medicine pole, was the Owl again.
"The essential details of the scheme are built about the ease with which this person could present himself at the abode of Yuen Yan in his absence and, gathering together that one's store of wealth unquestioned, retire with it to a distant and unknown spot and thereby elude the implacable Heng-cho's vengeance."
Finally, however, he stretched himself and said: "We er gwine down in de naberhoods er Tallypoosy, an we ain't makin' no fuss 'bout it, nudder." "I disremember," said Uncle Remus, thoughtfully, "whar Tallypoosy is." "Oh, hit's out yan," replied the old man, motioning his head as if it was just beyond the iron gates of the depot. "Hit's down in Alabam.
Now let's put the new buildin' to test." More papers were pawed over. "Yahn, how's this double as many children, one teacher an' the buildin' so an' so." Yan figured a minute and said, "Twenty-five feet each."
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