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"Well, I felt kinder sorry for the delay too, for I know'd we should make a poor journey on't, on account of that lawyer critter's gig, that hadn't no more busness on that rough track than a steam engine had. But I see'd the Judge wanted me to stay company, and help him along, and so I did. He was fond of a joke, was the old Judge, and sais he,
You'll find aout'z soon 'z y' go into that 'ere stable o' yourn! Y' won't curry that 'ere long-tailed black hoss no more; 'n' y' won't set y'r eyes on the fellah that rid him, ag'in, in a hurry!" Elbridge walked straight to the stable, without saying a word, found the door unlocked, and went in. "Th' critter's gone, sure enough!" he said. "Glad on 't!
Robin and Roy heeded not the caution. They at once went forward, and the father lifted the blanket from the Indian's head. "Dead!" exclaimed Roy, in a solemn tone. "Not yet, lad! but I do b'lieve the poor critter's a'most gone wi' starvation. Come, bestir you, boys rouse up the fire, and boil the kettle." Walter and Roy did not require a second bidding.
"Can't you all be quiet for a moment or two," interposed the policeman, indignantly. "I tell you, if you don't keep still, you'll upset the critter's mind, and make the magistrates' decision just good for nothing." The crowd appeared ashamed and relapsed once more into silence. The policeman stood erect and tall, a few paces in front of them, watching the cock with great solemnity.
'And I can soon prove the critter's mine." "I told him I hoped she was, for I was tired of walking with her. So he stopped at two or three farmers' houses, and they all said the cow belonged to Mr. Adrian Richmond, who was the man that met me. So I left the cow with him and came on home, for this does look like home," he added, as he gazed around the small but cozy room in the auto-van.
"''Eavens! says Hammond, 'you don't s'pose it's that 'ere Coolie come back? "'No, no! says I. 'Where's your common sense? The cook snored bass; this critter's snoring suppraner, and mighty poor suppraner at that. "'Well, says he, ''ere goes to wake 'im hup! And he commenced to holler, 'Ahoy! and 'Belay, there! down the hatch.
"Hum," he mused. "H-u-u-m. . . . Well, I did cal'late I could get a meal out of sight pretty fast myself, but but I ain't in that critter's class." "But your dinner!" wailed Barbara, almost in tears. "He's spoiled ALL your dinner! Oh, the BAD thing! I hate that Cherub cat! I HATE him!" Mr. Winslow rubbed his chin. "We-e-ll," he drawled again.
"A dirty four-legged critter's 'shamed of a he-man, hey? Well, we'll lick that out of you, dam' soon!" Lurching to his feet, he snatched up a broom handle. He waved it menacingly over the dog. Chum gave back not an inch. Under the threat of a beating he stood his ground, his brave eyes steadfast, and, lurking in their mystic depths, that same glint of sorrowful wonder and disgust.
"Well, I felt kinder sorry for the delay too, for I know'd we should make a poor journey on't, on account of that lawyer critter's gig, that hadn't no more busness on that rough track than a steam engine had. But I see'd the Judge wanted me to stay company, and help him along, and so I did. He was fond of a joke, was the old Judge, and sais he,
"I knew 'twas the reg'lar program to kill the fatted calf when the prodigal got home, but I see now it's the proper caper to fat up the prodigal to take the critter's place.
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