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"
Wal
,
it
ai
n't
so
sartint
as
to
thet
.
Keepin
'
my
eye
upon
the
others
,
an
his
prison
;
I
hai
n't
hed
much
chance
o
'
gettin
'
abeout
.
Thur
's
a
opportunity
now
;
an
I
mean
to
make
use
o
'
it
.
The
purayra
's
a
big
book
,
Miss
Peintdexter
--
a
wonderful
big
book
--
for
them
as
knows
how
to
read
the
print
o
'
t
.
If
not
much
o
'
a
scholar
otherways
,
Zeb
'
lon
Stump
hev
larnt
to
do
thet
.
Thur
may
be
some
testymoney
that
mout
help
him
,
scattered
over
the
musquit
grass
--
jest
as
I
've
heern
a
Methody
preecher
say
,
thur
'
war
sarmints
in
stones
,
an
books
in
runnin
'
brutes
.
'
Eft
air
so
,
thur
oughter
be
somethin'
o
'
the
kind
scared
up
on
the
Alamo
crik
.
"
"
You
think
you
might
discover
some
traces
?
"
"
Wal
;
I
'm
goin
'
out
to
hev
a
look
'
roun
'
me
--
speecially
at
the
place
whur
I
foun
'
the
young
fellur
in
the
claws
o
'
the
spotted
painter
.
I
oughter
gone
afore
now
,
but
for
the
reezun
I
've
tolt
ye
.
Thank
the
Awlmighty
!
thur
's
been
no
wet
--
neer
y
drop
;
an
whatsomiver
sign
's
been
made
for
a
week
past
,
kin
be
understood
as
well
,
as
if
it
war
did
yisterday
--
that
is
by
them
as
knows
how
to
read
it
.
I
must
start
straight
away
,
Miss
Lewaze
.
I
jest
runned
down
to
tell
ye
what
hed
been
done
at
the
Fort
.
Thur
's
no
time
to
be
throwed
away
.
They
let
me
in
this
mornin
'
to
see
the
young
fellur
;
an
I
'm
sartin
his
head
air
gettin
'
clurrer
.
Soon
as
it
air
all
right
,
the
Reg
'
lators
say
,
they
'll
insist
on
the
trial
takin
'
place
.
It
may
be
in
less
'n
three
days
;
an
I
must
git
back
afore
it
begins
"
"
Go
,
Zeb
,
and
God
speed
you
on
your
generous
errand
!
Come
back
with
proofs
of
his
innocence
,
and
ever
after
I
shall
feel
indebted
to
you
for
--
for
--
more
than
life
!
"
Inspired
by
this
passionate
appeal
,
the
hunter
hastened
towards
the
stable
,
where
he
had
stalled
his
unique
specimen
of
horseflesh
.
He
found
the
"
critter
"
sonorously
shelling
some
corn-cobs
,
which
Pluto
had
placed
liberally
before
her
.
Pluto
himself
was
standing
by
her
side
.
Contrary
to
his
usual
habit
,
the
sable
groom
was
silent
:
though
with
an
air
anything
but
tranquil
.
He
looked
rather
triste
than
excited
.
It
might
be
easily
explained
.
The
loss
of
his
young
master
--
by
Pluto
much
beloved
--
the
sorrow
of
his
young
mistress
,
equally
estimated
--
perhaps
some
scornful
speeches
which
he
had
lately
been
treated
to
from
the
lips
of
Morinda
--
and
still
more
likely
a
kick
he
had
received
from
the
boot-toe
of
Captain
Cassius
--
for
several
days
assuming
sole
mastery
over
the
mansion
--
amply
accounted
for
the
unquiet
expression
observable
on
his
countenance
.
