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Lem gaped at him; Montana kicked a box forward to sit upon, and his action was expressive; Bludsoe slammed the cards down on the table and favored Wade with a comprehending look. Belllounds pulled a chair up to the table. "What'll we make the limit?" asked Jim. "Two bits," replied Lem, quickly. Then began an argument. Belllounds was for a dollar limit. The cowboys objected.
"Jus' the same," said Eb, "I've got to arrest that feller!" He pointed at Daddles. "I ketched him burglarisin' Littlefield's house. You'll lay yourself open to a charge of resistin' a officer, if yer interfere, Lem!" "You'll lay YOURSELF open to a charge of buckshot!" roared the Captain, "if you try to come on this boat!
"The gal didn't have no likin' for me." "I jest see Scraggy come hum," ventured Lon. "She's been gone for a long while. She were a comin' down the tracks." Lem muttered a savage oath, and faced the scow preparatory to entering. Looking back over his shoulder, he asked: "Be ye comin' in, Lon?" "Nope; I'm goin' to bed.
It come into my mind, then, how Lem and Jim Lane had come along talking, that time, about borrowing a dog or something from Jubiter Dunlap; and that brought up the blackberries and the lantern; and that brought up Bill and Jack Withers, and how they passed by, talking about a nigger stealing Uncle Silas's corn; and that fetched up our old ghost that come along about the same time and scared us so and here HE was too, and a privileged character, on accounts of his being deef and dumb and a stranger, and they had fixed him a chair inside the railing, where he could cross his legs and be comfortable, whilst the other people was all in a jam so they couldn't hardly breathe.
Cousin Ephraim Prescott, in a blue suit and an army felt hat with a cord, got up behind, a little stiffly by reason of that Wilderness bullet; and there were also William Wetherell and Lem Hallowell, his honest face shining, and Sue, his wife, and young Sue and Jock and Lilian, all a-quiver with excitement in their Sunday best.
"Bart Stirling," he maundered, "you've made an enemy for life. Look out for me! You're a marked man after this." "What am I marked with," inquired Bart quickly "burnt cork?" "Hey! What?" blurted out Lem, and Bart saw that the shot had struck the target. Wacker looked sickly, and muttered something to himself. Then he took himself off.
And if the little creatur' takes after most Colorady folks or flocks, she won't care a mite what name she has so she ain't called late to dinner. Haw, haw, haw!" Laughing at his own ancient witticism, Captain Lem started houseward with "Netty" in his arms, the little thing nestling down in them as if it knew it had found a friend. But his face was troubled.
The moderator had some difficulty in restoring order to the hilarious meeting. Then Mr. Myrick was accorded the privilege of the floor, in spite of Tad's protests, and proceeded to nominate Cyrus Whittaker for the school committee. Lem had devoted hours of toil and wearisome mental struggle to the preparation of his address, and it was lengthy and florid.
Marm Parraday still had her bonnet on. She was grimly in earnest as she talked to Lem so much in earnest, indeed, that she never noticed the expressman's greeting. "That's what I've come home for, Lem Parraday and ye might's well know it. I'm a-goin' ter do my duty what I knowed I should have done in the fust place. You an' me have worked hard here, I reckon.
Lem Daggett drawled, standing on the flat rock and grinning at his captive. "What do you want of me?" demanded the fugitive, sullenly. "You know well enough. Oh, I got a warrant for ye, all right. Ev'rything's all right an' proper. Ye know Rufe Blent don't make no mistakes. He's got ye." "An' here he comes now!" ejaculated another of the rough men, looking toward the east end of the island.
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