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"
Not
twenty
minutes
.
"
"
Well
,
say
twenty
minutes
.
Now
,
twenty
minutes
are
of
more
importance
to
me
than
a
five-dollar
bill
.
You
say
that
's
the
value
of
the
skin
?
Leave
it
behind
;
and
I
agree
to
make
good
the
amount
.
"
"
Wal
--
that
air
durned
gin
'
rous
,
I
admit
--
dog-goned
gin
'
rous
.
But
I
mussent
except
yur
offer
.
It
'
ud
be
a
mean
trick
o
'
me
--
mean
enuf
for
a
yeller-bellied
Mexikin
--
to
take
yur
money
for
sech
a
sarvice
as
thet
:
the
more
so
es
I
ai
n't
no
stranger
to
ye
,
an
myself
a
goin
'
the
same
road
.
On
the
t
'
other
hand
,
I
ka
n't
afford
to
lose
the
five
dollars
'
worth
o
'
hoss-hide
which
ud
be
rotten
as
punk
--
to
say
nuthin
'
o
'
it
's
bein
'
tored
into
skreeds
by
the
buzzarts
and
coyoats
--
afore
I
mout
find
a
chance
to
kum
this
way
agin
.
"
"
'
Tis
very
provoking
!
What
am
I
to
do
?
"
"
You
air
in
a
hurry
?
Wal
--
I
'm
sorry
to
discommerdate
ye
.
But
--
stay
!
Thur
's
no
reezun
for
yur
waitin
'
on
me
.
Thur
's
nuthin
'
to
hinder
ye
from
findin
'
yur
way
to
the
waggon
.
Ye
see
that
tree
stannin
'
up
agin
the
sky-line
--
the
tall
poplar
yonner
?
"
"
I
do
.
"
"
Wal
;
do
you
remember
ever
to
hev
seed
it
afore
?
It
air
a
queery
lookin
'
plant
,
appearin
'
more
like
a
church
steeple
than
a
tree
.
"
"
Yes
--
yes
!
"
said
Calhoun
.
"
Now
you
've
pointed
it
out
,
I
do
remember
it
.
We
rode
close
past
it
while
in
pursuit
of
the
wild
mares
?
"
"
You
dud
that
very
thing
.
An
'
now
,
as
ye
know
it
,
what
air
to
hinder
you
from
ridin
'
past
it
agin
;
and
follering
the
trail
o
'
the
maars
back
'
ard
?
That
ud
bring
ye
to
yur
startin
'
-
peint
;
where
,
ef
I
ai
n't
out
o
'
my
reck
'n
in
'
,
ye
'll
find
yur
cousin
,
Miss
Peintdexter
,
an
the
hul
o
'
yur
party
enjoying
themselves
wi
'
that
'
ere
French
stuff
,
they
call
shampain
.
I
hope
they
'll
stick
to
it
,
and
spare
the
Monongaheela
--
of
which
licker
I
shed
like
to
hev
a
triflin
'
suck
arter
I
git
back
myself
.
"
