Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 39 of 100
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down again, convinced that they could not force in the door, however they might split and break it. , “ What is the matter now, boys?” angrily inquired the old man. “ Why don’t you keep on?” “*Cause thar ain’t any use in keepin’ on,” answered Sim Trotter. “The folks inside have piled some logs up ag’inst*! the door, cap’n, and have made it as solid as a hickory butt.” “J _ “ Where in thunder did they get the logs ?” a _ “Wal, they didn’t have to go furto find’em. TI saw pile = of oak posts nigh the door, on the Vother side of the house and I reckon they have been totin’ them in, while we have been poundin’ away here,” : _ “The old fox is mighty smart, but it will be all the worse for him when we do get him out of his hole. We ought to have watched them, und shot them down when they were get- ting the posts.” _ “ We couldn’t be on both sides at once, very handy.” That's a fact. What is the best thing to do now 2?” ©Thar’s one sure way of gettin’ at ’em,” suggested Buck Turl. “If I hated the varmints as much as you do, cap’n, e I would jist set fire to the crib and smoke ’em out.” : _ “No, no, Mr. Turl!” replied the old man. “ That may do for red-skins, but not for a man who has white blood in him. There are two women and a sick girl in there, besides the nigger wench. Can't you think of something else ?” _ “reckon I ken,” crawled Sim Trotter. “ Thar's a hole in ~s this end of the house, that was left thar fur a windy, IT _ Teckon.” - “What of that?’ asked Will. “Even if a man could Squeeze through that little hole, they would kill Lim as soon a 88 he showed his head.” eee ~ “I don't allow to try to squeeze in, boy, but I mean to have look at the inside of the bowwe. Thar’s no tellin’ what I ~The long man placed & ail against the side of the house =~ 7 up it, and looked in at the opening, He remained t ; ’ 5 al tia ‘ ~ os - y - Pa “> - . _ » - ~2 > EE es comicbooks.com aon ; a, ye - Swe ye i? ——_- > » a sa