The Illegal Marriage — page 211: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 208 some loose bushes carelessly thrown over the crev- ice, lowered himself to the door. “Have you brought that whisky?” shouted old Hawks, as soon as Alfred appeared. “Give it here— and be quick about it.” “ Here it is, Hawks—and trouble enough I had to get it.” “What do I care for that. Air you gwine to leta friend die for the sake of a-saving trouble.” “No, Hawks, of course not. Why you’re looking better.” “Astonishes ye, don’t it? You see, I hain’t no notion er dying yit awhile.” The old man took along pull at the bottle, and then uncovered the wound in his side. The very sight of it made Alfred sick and faint. “Tf you’d seen that old fellar up yonder, you’d laugh at a thing like this ’ere. He was as bloody as a butcher.” With a shudder Alfred turned his eyes away from the sickening sight. “Don’t, Hawks! don’t speak of it—what’s the use. Come now, Hawks, when will you go away?” “Soon’s I git ready, boss; and that won’t be lone arter I git able. Ye see my work is done; and I hain’t no notion staying here to be hanged about your’n.” “Hawks, what was the matter with you and Tripper” “Ts he dead?” asked the old man, eagerly. “They say that he is dying!” “T)’ye ’spose you could see him@” “Perhaps I might—why, Hawks?” With compressed lips the old man lay for a few moments without speaking; but presently turned. to Guerry. : aoe “Young man! you'd like to git rid of me, wouldn’t: ye now—say ?” “Of course, Hawks, I want you to go away. Do: you suppose I want to see you caught?” “Not very likely—might go hard with some other folks! eh? Can’t trust the old man, eh?” ) He looked up with a leer and winked his eye at: EComicbooks (Elo)