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"
That
ere
's
the
backin
'
o
'
a
letter
,
"
muttered
he
.
"
Tells
a
goodish
grist
o
'
story
;
more
'n
war
wrote
inside
,
I
reck
'n
.
Been
used
for
the
wad
'
o
'
a
gun
!
Wal
;
sarves
the
cuss
right
,
for
rammin
'
down
a
rifle
ball
wi
'
a
patchin
'
o
'
scurvy
paper
,
i
's
tead
o
'
the
proper
an
bessest
thing
,
which
air
a
bit
o
'
greased
buckskin
.
"
"
The
writin
'
air
in
a
sheemale
hand
,
"
he
continued
,
looking
anew
at
the
piece
of
paper
.
"
Do
n't
signerfy
for
thet
.
It
's
been
sent
to
him
all
the
same
;
an
he
's
hed
it
in
purzeshun
.
It
air
somethin'
to
be
tuk
care
o
'
.
"
So
saying
,
he
drew
out
a
small
skin
wallet
,
which
contained
his
tinder
of
"
punk
,
"
along
with
his
flint
and
steel
;
and
,
after
carefully
stowing
away
the
scrap
of
paper
,
he
returned
the
sack
to
his
pocket
.
"
Wal
!
"
he
went
on
in
soliloquy
,
as
he
stood
silently
considering
,
"
I
kalkerlate
as
how
this
ole
coon
'll
be
able
to
unwind
a
good
grist
o
'
this
clue
o
'
mystery
,
tho
'
thur
be
a
bit
o
'
the
thread
broken
hyur
an
thur
,
an
a
bit
o
'
a
puzzle
I
ca
n't
clurly
understan
'
.
The
man
who
hev
been
murdered
,
whosomdiver
he
may
be
,
war
out
thur
by
thet
puddle
o
'
blood
,
an
the
man
as
did
the
deed
,
whosomdiver
he
be
,
war
a
stannin
'
behint
this
locust-tree
.
But
for
them
greenhorns
,
I
mout
a
got
more
out
o
'
the
sign
.
Now
thur
ai
n't
the
ghost
o
'
a
chance
.
They
've
tramped
the
hul
place
into
a
durnationed
mess
,
cuvortin
'
and
caperin
'
abeout
.
"
Wal
,
'
tair
no
use
goin
'
furrer
thet
way
.
The
bessest
thing
now
air
to
take
the
back
track
,
if
it
air
possable
,
an
diskiver
whar
the
hoss
wi
'
the
broke
shoe
toted
his
rider
arter
he
went
back
from
this
leetle
bit
o
'
still-huntin
'
.
Thurfor
,
ole
Zeb
'
lon
Stump
,
back
ye
go
on
the
boot
tracks
!
"
With
this
grotesque
apostrophe
to
himself
,
he
commenced
retracing
the
footmarks
that
had
guided
him
to
the
edge
of
the
opening
.
Only
in
one
or
two
places
were
the
footprints
at
all
distinct
.
But
Zeb
scarce
cared
for
their
guidance
.
Having
already
noted
that
the
man
who
made
them
had
returned
to
the
place
where
the
horse
had
been
left
,
he
knew
the
back
track
would
lead
him
there
.
There
was
one
place
,
however
,
where
the
two
trails
did
not
go
over
the
same
ground
.
There
was
a
forking
in
the
open
list
,
through
which
the
supposed
murderer
had
made
his
way
.
It
was
caused
by
an
obstruction
,
--
a
patch
of
impenetrable
thicket
.
They
met
again
,
but
not
till
that
on
which
the
hunter
was
returning
straggled
off
into
an
open
glade
of
considerable
size
.
Having
become
satisfied
of
this
,
Zeb
looked
around
into
the
glade
--
for
a
time
forsaking
the
footsteps
of
the
pedestrian
.
