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"
Trath
,
yez
may
;
--
but
how
Misther
Stump
?
How
am
I
to
lit
yez
know
,
if
you
're
beyant
hearin
'
av
me
voice
?
How
thin
?
"
"
Wal
,
I
reck
'n
,
I
sha
n't
need
to
go
so
fur
as
thet
.
Thur
ought
to
be
gobblers
cloast
by
--
at
this
time
o
'
the
mornin
'
.
"
An
yit
there
moutent
,
"
continued
Zeb
,
after
reflecting
a
while
.
"
Ye
ai
n't
got
sech
a
thing
as
a
gun
in
the
shanty
?
A
pistol
'
ud
do
.
"
"
Nayther
wan
nor
the
tother
.
The
masther
tuk
both
away
wid
him
,
when
he
went
last
time
to
the
sittlements
.
He
must
have
lift
them
thare
.
"
"
It
air
awk
'
ard
.
I
mout
not
heer
yur
shout
.
"
Zeb
,
who
had
by
this
time
passed
through
the
doorway
,
again
stopped
to
reflect
.
"
Heigh
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
after
a
pause
of
six
seconds
.
"
I
've
got
it
.
I
've
treed
the
eydee
.
Ye
see
my
ole
maar
,
tethered
out
thur
on
the
grass
?
"
"
Shure
I
do
,
Misther
Stump
.
Av
coorse
I
do
.
"
"
Wal
,
ye
see
thet
ere
prickly
cacktis
plant
growin
'
cloast
to
the
edge
o
'
the
openin
'
?
"
"
Faith
,
yis
.
"
