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“
I
’
m
manin
’
,
”
said
Freckles
tersely
,
“
to
lick
a
quarter
-
section
of
hell
out
of
you
,
and
may
the
Holy
Vargin
stay
me
before
I
leave
you
here
carrion
,
for
your
carcass
would
turn
the
stummicks
of
me
chickens
!
”
At
the
camp
that
morning
,
Wessner
’
s
conduct
had
been
so
palpable
an
excuse
to
force
a
discharge
that
Duncan
moved
near
McLean
and
whispered
,
“
Think
of
the
boy
,
sir
?
”
McLean
was
so
troubled
that
,
an
hour
later
,
he
mounted
Nellie
and
followed
Wessner
to
his
home
in
Wildcat
Hollow
,
only
to
find
that
he
had
left
there
shortly
before
,
heading
for
the
Limberlost
.
McLean
rode
at
top
speed
.
When
Mrs
.
Duncan
told
him
that
a
man
answering
Wessner
’
s
description
had
gone
down
the
west
side
of
the
swamp
close
noon
,
he
left
the
mare
in
her
charge
and
followed
on
foot
.
When
he
heard
voices
he
entered
the
swamp
and
silently
crept
close
just
in
time
to
hear
Wessner
whine
:
“
But
I
can
’
t
fight
you
,
Freckles
.
I
hain
’
t
done
nothing
to
you
.
I
’
m
away
bigger
than
you
,
and
you
’
ve
only
one
hand
.
”
The
Boss
slid
off
his
coat
and
crouched
among
the
bushes
,
ready
to
spring
;
but
as
Freckles
’
voice
reached
him
he
held
himself
,
with
a
strong
effort
,
to
learn
what
mettle
was
in
the
boy
.
“
Don
’
t
you
be
wasting
of
me
good
time
in
the
numbering
of
me
hands
,
”
cried
Freckles
.
“
The
stringth
of
me
cause
will
make
up
for
the
weakness
of
me
mimbers
,
and
the
size
of
a
cowardly
thief
doesn
’
t
count
.
You
’
ll
think
all
the
wildcats
of
the
Limberlost
are
turned
loose
on
you
whin
I
come
against
you
,
and
as
for
me
cause
—
—
I
slept
with
you
,
Wessner
,
the
night
I
came
down
the
corduroy
like
a
dirty
,
friendless
tramp
,
and
the
Boss
was
for
taking
me
up
,
washing
,
clothing
,
and
feeding
me
,
and
giving
me
a
home
full
of
love
and
tinderness
,
and
a
master
to
look
to
,
and
good
,
well
-
earned
money
in
the
bank
.
He
’
s
trusting
me
his
heartful
,
and
here
comes
you
,
you
spotted
toad
of
the
big
road
,
and
insults
me
,
as
is
an
honest
Irish
gintleman
,
by
hinting
that
you
concaive
I
’
d
be
willing
to
shut
me
eyes
and
hold
fast
while
you
rob
him
of
the
thing
I
was
set
and
paid
to
guard
,
and
then
act
the
sneak
and
liar
to
him
,
and
ruin
and
eternally
blacken
the
soul
of
me
.
You
damned
rascal
,
”
raved
Freckles
,
“
be
fighting
before
I
forget
the
laws
of
a
gintlemin
’
s
game
and
split
your
dirty
head
with
me
stick
!
”
Wessner
backed
away
,
mumbling
,
“
But
I
don
’
t
want
to
hurt
you
,
Freckles
!
”
“
Oh
,
don
’
t
you
!
”
raged
the
boy
,
now
fairly
frothing
.
“
Well
,
you
ain
’
t
resembling
me
none
,
for
I
’
m
itching
like
death
to
git
me
fingers
in
the
face
of
you
.
”
He
danced
up
,
and
as
Wessner
lunged
in
self
-
defense
,
ducked
under
his
arm
as
a
bantam
and
punched
him
in
the
pit
of
the
stomach
so
that
he
doubled
with
a
groan
.
Before
Wessner
could
straighten
himself
,
Freckles
was
on
him
,
fighting
like
the
wildest
fury
that
ever
left
the
beautiful
island
.
The
Dutchman
dealt
thundering
blows
that
sometimes
landed
and
sent
Freckles
reeling
,
and
sometimes
missed
,
while
he
went
plunging
into
the
swale
with
the
impetus
of
them
.
Freckles
could
not
strike
with
half
Wessner
’
s
force
,
but
he
could
land
three
blows
to
the
Dutchman
’
s
one
.
It
was
here
that
the
boy
’
s
days
of
alert
watching
on
the
line
,
the
perpetual
swinging
of
the
heavy
cudgel
,
and
the
endurance
of
all
weather
stood
him
in
good
stead
;
for
he
was
tough
,
and
agile
.
He
skipped
,
ducked
,
and
dodged
.
For
the
first
five
minutes
he
endured
fearful
punishment
.
Then
Wessner
’
s
breath
commenced
to
whistle
between
his
teeth
,
when
Freckles
only
had
begun
fighting
.
He
sprang
back
with
shrill
laughter
.
