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"
Come
on
!
"
cried
Calhoun
,
exhibiting
as
much
impatience
as
when
he
believed
his
cousin
to
be
in
serious
peril
.
"
Come
on
,
Mr
Stump
!
Let
us
get
back
as
speedily
as
possible
!
"
"
Not
so
fast
,
if
you
pleeze
,
"
rejoined
Zeb
,
permitting
himself
to
slide
leisurely
out
of
his
saddle
,
and
then
drawing
his
knife
from
his
sheath
.
"
I
'll
only
want
ye
to
wait
for
a
matter
o
'
ten
minutes
,
or
thereabout
.
"
"
Wait
!
For
what
?
"
peevishly
inquired
Calhoun
.
"
Till
I
kin
strip
the
hide
off
o
'
this
hyur
sorrel
.
It
appear
to
be
a
skin
o
'
the
fust
qualerty
;
an
oughter
fetch
a
five-dollar
bill
in
the
settlements
.
Five-dollar
bills
ai
n't
picked
up
every
day
on
these
hyur
purayras
.
"
"
Damn
the
skin
!
"
angrily
ejaculated
the
impatient
Southerner
.
"
Come
on
,
an
leave
it
!
"
"
Ai
n't
a
goin
'
to
do
anythin
'
o
'
the
sort
,
"
coolly
responded
the
hunter
,
as
he
drew
the
sharp
edge
of
his
blade
along
the
belly
of
the
prostrate
steed
.
"
You
kin
go
on
if
ye
like
,
Mister
Calhoun
;
but
Zeb
Stump
do
n't
start
till
he
packs
the
hide
of
this
hyur
stellyun
on
the
krupper
o
'
his
old
maar
.
Thet
he
do
n't
.
"
"
Come
,
Zeb
;
what
's
the
use
of
talking
about
my
going
back
by
myself
?
You
know
I
ca
n't
find
my
way
?
"
"
That
air
like
enough
.
I
did
n't
say
ye
ked
.
"
"
Look
here
,
you
obstinate
old
case
!
Time
's
precious
to
me
just
at
this
minute
.
It
'll
take
you
a
full
half-hour
to
skin
the
horse
.
"
