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If
ye
're
playin
possum
,
ye
'd
better
throw
up
yur
hand
;
or
by
the
jumpin
'
Geehosophat
,
ye
may
lose
both
yur
stake
an
yur
curds
!
Speak
out
now
,
afore
ye
gits
plugged
wi
'
a
piece
o
'
lead
!
"
Less
response
than
before
.
This
time
the
horse
,
becoming
accustomed
to
the
voice
,
only
tossed
up
his
head
.
"
Then
dog-gone
ye
!
"
shouted
the
hunter
,
exasperated
by
what
he
deemed
an
insulting
silence
.
"
Six
seconds
more
--
I
'll
gie
ye
six
more
;
an
ef
ye
do
n't
show
speech
by
that
time
,
I
'll
let
drive
at
yur
guts
.
Ef
ye
're
but
a
dummy
it
wo
n't
do
ye
any
harm
.
No
more
will
it
,
I
reckun
,
ef
ye
air
the
devil
.
But
ef
ye
're
a
man
playin
'
possum
,
durn
me
ef
ye
do
n't
desarve
to
be
shot
for
bein
'
sech
a
damned
fool
.
Sing
out
!
"
he
continued
with
increasing
anger
,
"
sing
out
,
I
tell
ye
!
Ye
wo
n't
?
Then
hyur
goes
!
One
--
two
--
three
--
four
--
five
--
six
!
"
Where
"
seven
"
should
have
come
in
,
had
the
count
been
continued
,
was
heard
the
sharp
crack
of
a
rifle
,
followed
by
the
sibillation
of
a
spinning
bullet
;
then
the
dull
"
thud
"
as
the
deadly
missile
buried
itself
in
some
solid
body
.
The
only
effect
produced
by
the
shot
,
appeared
to
be
the
frightening
of
the
horse
.
The
rider
still
kept
his
seat
in
the
saddle
!
It
was
not
even
certain
the
horse
was
scared
.
The
clear
neigh
that
responded
to
the
detonation
of
the
rifle
,
had
something
in
it
that
sounded
derisive
!
For
all
that
,
the
animal
went
off
at
a
tearing
gallop
;
leaving
Zeb
Stump
a
prey
to
the
profoundest
surprise
he
had
ever
experienced
.
After
discharging
his
rifle
,
he
remained
upon
his
knees
,
for
a
period
of
several
seconds
.
If
his
nerves
were
unsteady
before
the
shot
,
they
had
become
doubly
so
now
.
He
was
not
only
surprised
at
the
result
,
but
terrified
.
He
was
certain
that
his
bullet
had
passed
through
the
man
's
heart
--
or
where
it
should
be
--
as
sure
as
if
his
muzzle
had
been
held
close
to
the
ribs
.
It
could
not
be
a
man
?
He
did
not
believe
it
to
be
one
;
and
this
thought
might
have
reassured
him
,
but
for
the
behaviour
of
the
horse
.
It
was
that
wild
unearthly
neigh
,
that
was
now
chilling
his
blood
,
and
causing
his
limbs
to
shake
,
as
if
under
an
ague
.
