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"
Whar
'd
you
come
f
'm
,
boy
?
You
prepared
to
die
?
"
Then
he
rode
on
.
I
was
scared
,
but
a
man
says
:
"
He
do
n't
mean
nothing
;
he
's
always
a-carryin
'
on
like
that
when
he
's
drunk
.
He
's
the
best
naturedest
old
fool
in
Arkansaw
--
never
hurt
nobody
,
drunk
nor
sober
.
"
Boggs
rode
up
before
the
biggest
store
in
town
,
and
bent
his
head
down
so
he
could
see
under
the
curtain
of
the
awning
and
yells
:
"
Come
out
here
,
Sherburn
!
Come
out
and
meet
the
man
you
've
swindled
.
You
're
the
houn
'
I
'm
after
,
and
I
'm
a-gwyne
to
have
you
,
too
!
"
And
so
he
went
on
,
calling
Sherburn
everything
he
could
lay
his
tongue
to
,
and
the
whole
street
packed
with
people
listening
and
laughing
and
going
on
.
By
and
by
a
proud-looking
man
about
fifty-five
--
and
he
was
a
heap
the
best
dressed
man
in
that
town
,
too
--
steps
out
of
the
store
,
and
the
crowd
drops
back
on
each
side
to
let
him
come
.
He
says
to
Boggs
,
mighty
ca
'm
and
slow
--
he
says
:
"
I
'm
tired
of
this
,
but
I
'll
endure
it
till
one
o'clock
.
Till
one
o'clock
,
mind
--
no
longer
.
If
you
open
your
mouth
against
me
only
once
after
that
time
you
ca
n't
travel
so
far
but
I
will
find
you
.
"
Then
he
turns
and
goes
in
.
The
crowd
looked
mighty
sober
;
nobody
stirred
,
and
there
war
n't
no
more
laughing
.
Boggs
rode
off
blackguarding
Sherburn
as
loud
as
he
could
yell
,
all
down
the
street
;
and
pretty
soon
back
he
comes
and
stops
before
the
store
,
still
keeping
it
up
.
Some
men
crowded
around
him
and
tried
to
get
him
to
shut
up
,
but
he
would
n't
;
they
told
him
it
would
be
one
o'clock
in
about
fifteen
minutes
,
and
so
he
MUST
go
home
--
he
must
go
right
away
.
But
it
did
n't
do
no
good
.
He
cussed
away
with
all
his
might
,
and
throwed
his
hat
down
in
the
mud
and
rode
over
it
,
and
pretty
soon
away
he
went
a-raging
down
the
street
again
,
with
his
gray
hair
a-flying
.
Everybody
that
could
get
a
chance
at
him
tried
their
best
to
coax
him
off
of
his
horse
so
they
could
lock
him
up
and
get
him
sober
;
but
it
war
n't
no
use
--
up
the
street
he
would
tear
again
,
and
give
Sherburn
another
cussing
.
By
and
by
somebody
says
:
"
Go
for
his
daughter
!
--
quick
,
go
for
his
daughter
;
sometimes
he
'll
listen
to
her
.
If
anybody
can
persuade
him
,
she
can
.
"
