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"
O
,
señor
--
yees
--
that
is
for
why
I
here
am
--
por
esta
yo
soy
aqui
.
"
"
Wal
;
I
reck
'n
,
thur
kin
be
no
objecshun
to
yur
seein
'
him
.
Yur
intenshuns
ai
n't
noways
hostile
to
the
young
fellur
,
I
kalklate
.
But
thur
ai
n't
much
good
in
yur
talkin
'
to
him
now
.
He
wo
n't
know
yo
from
a
side
o
'
sole-leather
.
"
"
He
is
ill
?
Has
met
with
some
misfortune
?
El
güero
has
said
so
.
"
"
Yis
.
I
towlt
her
that
,
"
interposed
Phelim
,
whose
carroty
hair
had
earned
for
him
the
appellation
"
El
güero
.
"
"
Sartin
,
"
answered
Zeb
.
"
He
air
wounded
a
bit
;
an
jest
now
a
leetle
dulleerious
.
I
reck
'n
it
ai
n't
o
'
much
consekwence
.
He
'll
be
hisself
agin
soon
's
the
ravin
'
fit
's
gone
off
o
'
him
.
"
"
O
,
sir
!
can
I
be
his
nurse
till
then
?
Por
amor
dios
!
Let
me
enter
,
and
watch
over
him
?
I
am
his
friend
--
un
amigo
muy
afficionado
.
"
"
Wal
;
I
do
n't
see
as
thur
's
any
harm
in
it
.
Weemen
makes
the
best
o
'
nusses
I
've
heern
say
;
tho
'
,
for
meself
,
I
hai
n't
hed
much
chance
o
'
tryin
'
'em
,
sincst
I
kivered
up
my
ole
gurl
unner
the
sods
o
'
Massissipi
.
Ef
ye
want
to
take
a
spell
by
the
side
o
'
the
young
fellur
,
ye
're
wilkim
--
seein
'
ye
're
his
friend
.
Ye
kin
look
arter
him
,
till
we
git
back
,
an
see
thet
he
do
n't
tummel
out
o
'
the
bed
,
or
claw
off
them
thur
bandidges
,
I
've
tied
roun
him
.
"
"
Trust
me
,
good
sir
,
I
shall
take
every
care
of
him
.
But
tell
me
what
has
caused
it
?
The
Indians
?
No
,
they
are
not
near
?
Has
there
been
a
quarrel
with
any
one
?
"
"
In
thet
,
saynoritta
;
ye
're
beout
as
wise
as
I
air
meself
.
Thur
's
been
a
quarrel
wi
'
coyeats
;
but
that
ai
n't
what
's
gin
him
the
ugly
knee
.
I
foun
'
him
yesterday
,
clost
upon
sun-down
,
in
the
chapparal
beyont
.
When
we
kim
upon
him
,
he
war
up
to
his
waist
in
the
water
o
'
a
crik
as
runs
through
thur
,
jest
beout
to
be
attakted
by
one
o
'
them
spotty
critters
yur
people
call
tigers
.
Wal
,
I
relieved
him
o
'
that
bit
o
'
danger
;
but
what
happened
afore
air
a
mystery
to
me
.
The
young
fellur
had
tuk
leeve
o
'
his
senses
,
an
ked
gie
no
account
o
'
hisself
.
He
hai
n't
rekivered
them
yet
;
an
'
,
thurfore
,
we
must
wait
till
he
do
.
"
