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"
I
know
who
ye
're
goin
'
to
name
--
the
young
fellur
.
Jest
so
.
They
're
in
the
same
buildin
'
,
tho
'
not
'
zackly
in
the
same
room
.
Thur
's
a
purtition
atween
'em
;
tho
'
for
thet
matter
they
kin
convarse
,
ef
they
're
so
inclined
.
Thur
's
three
others
shet
up
along
wi
'
the
Mexikin
--
his
own
cussed
cummarades
.
The
three
'll
have
somethin'
to
talk
'
beout
'm
ong
themselves
,
I
reck
'n
.
"
"
This
is
good
news
,
Zeb
.
You
told
me
yesterday
that
Diaz
was
active
in
--
"
"
Gittin
'
hisself
into
a
scrape
,
which
he
hev
been
successful
in
effectuatin
'
.
He
's
got
hisself
into
the
jug
,
or
someb
'
y
else
hev
did
thet
bizness
for
him
.
"
"
But
how
--
when
--
you
've
not
told
me
?
"
"
Geehosophat
!
Miss
Lewaze
.
Gi
'
me
a
leetle
time
.
I
hai
n't
drew
breath
yit
,
since
I
kim
in
.
Yur
second
questyun
war
when
.
It
air
eezy
answered
.
'
Beout
a
hour
agone
thet
ere
varmint
wur
trapped
an
locked
up
.
I
war
at
the
shettin
'
o
'
the
door
ahint
him
,
an
kum
straight
custrut
hyur
arter
it
war
done
.
"
"
But
you
have
not
yet
said
why
he
is
arrested
.
"
"
I
hai
n't
hed
a
chance
.
It
air
a
longish
story
,
an
'll
take
a
leetle
time
in
the
tellin
'
.
Will
ye
listen
to
it
now
,
or
arter
--
?
"
"
After
what
,
Mr
Stump
?
"
"
Wal
,
Miss
Lewaze
,
I
only
meened
arter
--
arter
--
I
git
the
ole
mare
put
up
.
She
air
stannin
'
thur
,
as
if
she
'd
like
to
chaw
a
yeer
o
'
corn
,
an
somethin'
to
wet
it
down
.
Both
she
'n
d
me
's
been
on
a
longish
tramp
afore
we
got
back
to
the
Fort
;
which
we
did
scace
a
hour
ago
.
"
