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"Yes, Bill w'ich 'is full name is William; an' if 'e's sleepin' below I'd arsk yer to roust 'im out." "Oh," said the stout man slowly, "Bill, is it? Bill? Well, he's gone." "Gone?" "Aye; 'e's a rollin' stone, if you wants my pinion 'ere ter-day an' gone ter-morrow, as you might put it. There's plenty o' that sort knockin' around." "D'yer mean ter say as Bill's gone?"
She went out to the stable and led out the old sorrel-mare. She was going to the hanging. "Don't you want to go to town, June?" "No," said June fiercely. "Well, you needn't git mad about it I got to go some day this week, and I reckon I might as well go ter-day." June answered nothing, but in silence watched her get ready and in silence watched her ride away. She was glad to be left alone.
There was a pause. They were all listening. Then she went on. "Somehow ter-day I felt like I use ter of er Sat'-day then, kinder spectin' 'n' light-hearted. I dun'no' why; I ain't never felt so befo' in all these years sence he died forty-one on 'em; 'n' fifteen sence th' Lord shet down th' dark over my eyes, day 'n' night erlike.
"But you blame fool," and Lacy's voice plainly indicated his anger. "You can't fight this whole camp; we'll get yer, dead or alive." "Yer welcome ter try; I ain't askin' no sorter favour; only yer better be blame keerful about it, fer my trigger finger appears ter be almighty nervous ter-day drop that!" His hand shot out like lightning, the blue steel of his revolver flashing.
"I war up thar at the mill whenst the news kem ter-day, an' she war thar ter git some seconds. I hev hearn women go off in high-strikes fer a lovyer's death even Mis' Simton, though hern was jes her husband, an 'a mighty pore one at that. But Minta Elladine jes listened quiet an' composed, an' never said one word." The batten shutter was trembling in the ghost's hand.
Some o' them foolish, slack-jawed boys ter the store ter-day riled the old man's feelin's, an' they 'lowed ter patch up the peace with him, an' let him an' Jonas know ez they never meant no harm." This suggestion buoyed up the boy's heart to some degree as he toiled along the "short cut" homeward through the heavy shades of the gloomy woods and the mystic effects of the red rising moon.
"I'll pick all I kin," said Alston: "I wuckt haud's I could ter-day." "Ef yer don't hush yer lyin' mouth I'll cut yer heart out." Alston went from the gin-loft, his blood tingling. On the sunning-scaffold he encountered Little Lizay. She had been listening had heard all that had passed between the two men. She went down the scaffold-steps, and Alston came soon after.
"Yer only gettin' 'alf an hour fur yer dinner we've got ter git the job done ter-day." "Why didn' yer tell us it was a task job? Gorblimy we ain't done 'alf of it! We won't get 'ome afore five or six o'clock ter-night." "I can't 'elp it, 'tain't my fault. Yer've got ter git it done, them's me orders!"
An' them young fall tur-r-keys air so spindlin' an' delikit they'll be the death o' me yit!" They were so spindling and delicate that they were the death of themselves. She had just buried three, and her heart and her larder were alike an aching void. "Three died ter-day, an' two las' Wednesday!"
What's the use o' mopin' like dis when youse got a invite out ter T'anksgivin'? An' ye better catch it while it's goin', too. Ye see, some days I could n't ask ye not grub enough; but I can ter-day. We got a s'prise comin'." "Indeed!" The tone was abstracted, almost irritable; but the boy ignored this. "Sure! It's a dinner a T'anksgivin' dinner bringed in to us. Now ain't ye comin'?"
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