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"
Ne'er
a
morsel
o
'
danger
.
Thur
's
a
bullet-hole
jest
above
the
ankle-jeint
.
It
do
n't
signerfy
more
'n
the
scratch
o
'
a
kitting
.
Thur
's
another
hev
goed
through
the
flesh
o
'
the
young
fellur
's
left
arm
.
It
do
n't
signerfy
neyther
--
only
thet
it
drawed
a
good
sup
o
'
the
red
out
o
'
him
.
Howsomdever
,
he
's
all
right
now
;
an
expecks
to
be
out
o
'
doors
in
a
kupple
o
'
days
,
or
tharabout
.
He
sez
that
an
hour
in
the
seddle
,
an
a
skoot
acrosst
the
purayra
,
'
ud
do
him
more
good
than
all
the
docters
in
Texas
.
I
reckon
it
wud
;
but
the
docter
--
it
's
the
surgint
o
'
the
Fort
as
attends
on
him
--
he
wo
n't
let
him
git
to
grass
yit
a
bit
.
"
"
Where
is
he
?
"
"
He
air
stayin
'
at
the
hotel
--
whar
the
skrimmage
tuk
place
.
"
"
Perhaps
he
is
not
well
waited
upon
?
It
's
a
rough
place
,
I
've
heard
.
He
may
not
have
any
delicacies
--
such
as
an
invalid
stands
in
need
of
?
Stay
here
,
Mr
Stump
,
till
I
come
up
to
you
again
.
I
have
something
I
wish
to
send
to
him
.
I
know
I
can
trust
you
to
deliver
it
.
Wo
n't
you
?
I
'm
sure
you
will
.
I
shall
be
with
you
in
six
seconds
.
"
Without
waiting
to
note
the
effect
of
her
speech
,
the
young
lady
tripped
lightly
along
the
passage
,
and
as
lightly
descended
the
stone
stairway
.
Presently
she
reappeared
--
bringing
with
her
a
good-sized
hamper
;
which
was
evidently
filled
with
eatables
,
with
something
to
send
them
down
.
"
Now
dear
old
Zeb
,
you
will
take
this
to
Mr
Gerald
?
It
's
only
some
little
things
that
Florinda
has
put
up
;
some
cordials
and
jellies
and
the
like
,
such
as
sick
people
at
times
have
a
craving
for
.
They
are
not
likely
to
be
kept
in
the
hotel
.
Do
n't
tell
him
where
they
come
from
--
neither
him
,
nor
any
one
else
.
You
wo
n't
?
I
know
you
wo
n't
,
you
dear
good
giant
.
"
"
He
may
depend
on
Zeb
Stump
for
thet
,
Miss
Lewaze
.
Nobody
air
a
goin
'
to
be
a
bit
the
wiser
about
who
sent
these
hyur
delekissies
;
though
,
for
the
matter
o
'
cakes
an
kickshaws
,
an
all
that
sort
o
'
thing
,
the
mowstanger
hai
n't
had
much
reezun
to
complain
.
He
hev
been
serplied
wi
'
enuf
o
'
them
to
hev
filled
the
bellies
o
'
a
hul
school
o
'
shugar-babbies
.
"
"
Ha
!
Supplied
already
!
By
whom
?
"
"
Wal
,
thet
theer
this
chile
ca
n't
inform
ye
,
Miss
Lewaze
;
not
be-knowin
'
it
hisself
.
I
on
'
y
hyurd
they
wur
fetched
to
the
tavern
in
baskets
,
by
some
sort
o
'
a
sarving-man
as
air
a
Mexikin
.
I
've
seed
the
man
myself
.
Fact
,
I
've
jest
this
minnit
met
him
,
ridin
'
arter
a
wuman
sot
stridy
legs
in
her
seddle
,
as
most
o
'
these
Mexikin
weemen
ride
.
I
reck
'n
he
be
her
sarvingt
,
as
he
war
keepin
'
a
good
ways
ahint
,
and
toatin
'
a
basket
jest
like
one
o
'
them
Maurice
hed
got
arready
.
Like
enuf
it
air
another
lot
o
'
Rickshaws
they
wur
takin
'
to
the
tavern
.
"
