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"
Ah
,
thet
's
what
ye
're
arter
.
Wal
,
I
reck
'n
thur
's
no
need
to
cut
the
critter
's
throat
.
We
kin
skewer
it
'
ithout
thet
sort
o
'
bloody
bizness
.
It
air
the
hoss
's
throat
ye
mean
,
I
s
'
pose
?
"
"
Of
course
I
mean
the
horse
.
"
"
In
coorse
.
As
for
the
man
,
someb
'
y
's
dud
thet
for
him
arready
--
if
it
be
a
man
.
What
do
you
make
o
'
it
,
Mister
Cash
Calhoun
?
"
"
Damned
if
I
know
what
to
make
of
it
.
I
have
n't
had
time
to
get
a
good
look
at
it
.
I
've
just
this
minute
come
up
.
By
heaven
!
"
he
continues
,
feigning
a
grand
surprise
,
"
I
believe
it
's
the
body
of
a
man
;
and
dead
!
"
"
Thet
last
air
probibble
enuf
.
'
Tai
n't
likely
he
'd
be
alive
wi
'
no
head
on
his
shoulders
.
Thar
's
none
under
the
blanket
,
is
thar
?
"
"
No
;
I
think
not
.
There
can
not
be
?
"
"
Lift
it
a
leetle
,
an
see
.
"
"
I
do
n't
like
touching
it
.
It
's
such
a
cursed
queer-looking
thing
.
"
"
Durn
it
,
ye
wa
n't
so
partickler
a
minnit
ago
.
What
's
kim
over
ye
now
?
"
"
Ah
!
"
stammers
Calhoun
,
"
I
was
excited
with
chasing
it
.
I
'd
got
angry
at
the
damned
thing
,
and
was
determined
to
put
an
end
to
its
capers
.
"
