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"Sh-sh yoh not spik dat name," he whispered. "Luis Rojas me. I come for breeng yoh. No can come, yoh man. No spik name som'bodys maybe hears." Annie-Many-Ponies rose and stood peering at him through the dark. "What's wrong?" she asked abruptly, borrowing the curt phrase from Luck Lindsay. "Why I not speak name? Why some body ?" she laid ironical stress upon the word "not come?
"You don't pet yoh man what lov' yoh!" "Dogs don't lie," said Annie-Many-Ponies coldly, and walked away. She did not look back, she did not hurry, though she must have known that Ramon in one bound could have stopped her with his man's strength.
He would get out of the town to-night, or There were different ways to escape. When he had done, he told her to go; but she would not. "Let me stay th' night," she said. "I ben't afraid o' th' mill." "Why, Lo," he said, laughing, "yoh used to say yer death was hid here, somewheres." "I know. But ther's worse nor death.
Drunk hard, died of't, yoh know. But she killed him, th' sin was writ down fur her. Never was a boy I loved like him, when we was boys." There was a short silence. "Yoh're like yer mother," said Polston, striving for a lighter tone. "Here," motioning to the heavy iron jaws. "She never let go. Somehow, too, she'd the law on her side in outward showin', an' th' right.
Yoh don' play good girl no more for Ramon oh-h, no! That joke she's w'at yoh call ches'nut. We don' want no more soch foolish talk, or else maybe I do w'at Bill Holmes says she's good for squaw!" "You awful big liar," Annie-Many-Ponies stated with a calm, terrific frankness. "You plenty big thief. You fool me plenty now I don't be fool no more. You so mean yoh think all mens like you.
"Yoh! the man-ape was dead, and the chief's wife broke the great teeth from the jaw, and cut off the hairs above the eyes. She burnt them, and mixed them with his blood, for Muata to drink. Muata drank and was strong. "So those two passed through the forest, through the silent dark of the woods, in pain and hunger.
S'pose, what d' yoh think, if we give him a chance? It's yoh he fears. I see him a-watchin' yoh; what d' yoh think, if we give him a chance?" catching Holmes's sleeve. "He's old, an' he's tryin'. Heh?" Holmes smiled. "We didn't make the law he broke. Justice before mercy. Haven't I heard you talk to Sam in that way, long ago?"
"I hunted fur yoh every day, every day." The old man had pushed her hair back, and was reading the sunken face with a wild fear. "What ails her?" he cried. "Ther' 's somethin' gone wi' my girl. Was it my fault? Lo, was it my fault?" "Be quiet!" said Holmes, sternly. "Is it that?" he gasped, shrilly. "My God! not that! I can't bear it!" Lois soothed him, patting his face childishly.
Now he continued: "An' onct, when I wuz settin' in mah doh, dis same li'l man come pokin' 'long an' sez, sez he: 'Unc Zack, how-cum you kin see yoh knuckles when yoh fist is shet up tight, an' cyarn' see 'em when yoh han's out straight?" "That's one thing you never did tell me," the boy accusingly cried. "You couldn't!" "I couldn'?" he asked in pained surprise.
"Yoh see, Miss, I'se de only thing whut I really owns 'cept dis yere ol' stickpin. Cose I'se free now, but I reckons if I has a mind to sell maself de Norf can't stop me. I'se sellin' ma own property." There was a gentle defiance in the old negro's argument. "And you you wouldn't accept a a loan?" The girl flushed. The negro's hurt eyes were answer enough.
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