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"
To-night
.
I
reckon
they
'll
come
after
old
Hoss
Williams
to-night
.
"
"
But
they
buried
him
Saturday
.
Did
n't
they
get
him
Saturday
night
?
"
"
Why
,
how
you
talk
!
How
could
their
charms
work
till
midnight
?
--
and
THEN
it
's
Sunday
.
Devils
do
n't
slosh
around
much
of
a
Sunday
,
I
do
n't
reckon
.
"
"
I
never
thought
of
that
.
That
's
so
.
Lem
me
go
with
you
?
"
"
Of
course
--
if
you
ai
n't
afeard
.
"
"
Afeard
!
'
Tai
n't
likely
.
Will
you
meow
?
"
"
Yes
--
and
you
meow
back
,
if
you
get
a
chance
.
Last
time
,
you
kep
'
me
a-meowing
around
till
old
Hays
went
to
throwing
rocks
at
me
and
says
'D
ern
that
cat
!
'
and
so
I
hove
a
brick
through
his
window
--
but
do
n't
you
tell
.
"
"
I
wo
n't
.
I
could
n't
meow
that
night
,
becuz
auntie
was
watching
me
,
but
I
'll
meow
this
time
.
Say
--
what
's
that
?
"
"
Nothing
but
a
tick
.
"
"
Where
'd
you
get
him
?
"
