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A strong flush rose to the roots of his sandy hair, his lips quivered, and his small eyes glittered with greedy expectation. His tongue refused to frame a word. "GOLD!" cried Birt, triumphantly. "Whar be it?" exclaimed Nate. He was about to start in full run for the spot. "I ain't agoin' ter tell ye, without we-uns kin strike a trade."
Si with Shorty and some others were sent ahead to feel for the enemy. "Take him along?" asked Si of Shorty in a low tone, with a nod toward Nate, as they were making up the squad. "Don't know," answered Shorty. "If ever in the world, we want men with us to-day who don't git rattled, and make a holy show o' theirselves before the regiment, but'll keep cool, watch their chances, and obey orders.
And if ye'll wait a bit it's mesilf that'll run and fetch some of the nate, saft sthraw, that ye can fill the tins, and 'twill do ye betther; indade, and it's none but a hathen that could endure the likes of that!" "Ah! Pathrick, is it ye? and was ye pint up in there wid the crathurs?"
An' then, ag'in, Nate MOUGHT hev tuk it inter his head ter go ter the Cross-roads, a-courtin' a gal thar ez he hev been talkin' about powerful, lately. But they tells me," Mrs.
Nate was willin' to let it. He'd let Tophet, if he owned it, and a fool come along who wanted to hire it and could pay for the rent and heat. "So Nate and this Harmon feller rowed over to the Bar to Ozone Island, I mean and the desolation and loneliness of it seemed to suit him to perfection.
Nate hesitated a moment, then picked up his gun with a vengeful look at the prisoner. "I'll kill him yit. Mebbe I'll git a chance this evenin' yit," said he, and followed Si. THE shot fired by Nate Hartburn was the only one that interrupted the progress of the 200th Ind. to the banks of the Tennessee River.
He had told no one but Nate of his discovery and would not Nate now deny it! However, one thing in the future was certain, Nathan Griggs should not escape altogether scathless. For a long time Birt sat motionless, revolving vengeful purposes in his mind. Every moment he grew more bitter, as he reflected upon his wrecked scheme, his wonderful fatuity, and the double dealing of his chosen coadjutor.
"Just because you're own cousin to Nate don't put all the law an' the gospel on your side, Suse Timmins. I'll take good care of this girl." "And so will I, if Bella wants to live with me," said the doctor's wife. "Mirandy will be glad to have her." "And she'd be company for me," rejoined the other neighbor. "I haven't any children." "Bella must choose for herself," said Ruth kindly.
"Be the powers! we must get the licker anyhow; av you won't, Misther Gowdey, I will; that's said, isn't it?" "Oui! Tres bien!" "Well, thin, now or niver's the time. The ould fellow's just walked out, for I saw him meself. This is a nate place to drink it in. Come an' show me where he keeps it; and, by Saint Patrick! I'm yer man to hook it." "Tres bien! allons! Monsieur Barney, allons!"
"Then he told what had happened to the professor, and Olivia started on the run for the house. Augustus was goin', too, but Nate held him back. "'Wait a minute, Gus, says he. 'Walk along with me; I want to talk with you. Now, as an older man, your nighest relation, and one that's come to love you like a son yes, sir, like a son I think it's my duty just now to say a word of advice.
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