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I know,” was what he spoke. pard who kindly set us free and put us vy,’ she hollered at ther rest ov | ov heimmen, “ we'll settle with these was goisses from Cross Crick!” - she stt myself turn sorter pale, fer I 1s safe.vant no more ov her kind ov set- iin mine, I tell yer. it that bhus madam,” said I, “ my pard is ull steahd—” nkin’ o} dead drunk,” she snapped at me. t myselfix him in short order, you bet! ““ t thougbid et!” I cried, sorter gittin’ hot collar and standin’ on my dignity. 48 no wmy pard, and I ferbid yer mon- | I coulwith him in any—” al Cudd& goin’ ter say—way, shape, or ith her;; but she cut me a swipe under r that knocked et all out ov me . went,i° me over on my back with my nd I foigher’n. my head. e ov your lip!” she screamed, “ or 1 git more ov ther same kind ov fun—h.” my pard is dead,” I faltered. and wilwull be,” said she. went firabbed holt ov one ov Bob’s legs, other woman another, and in a lay ov twinklin’ they had looped on ther I hadaat had been used ter lower ther * merciito ther hole. that hé’ done that, ther wimmin got holt ropes, and away they went with | clawetq draggin’ him on his back over nazin’ \eh ground. up on my pins ther best I could eriencent after ’em. elin’s Oy I didn’t holler! r, rippewed plum surtain that they would almost, sure enough, if they kept that Hard tne up fer long. ave WIlChey didn’t pay no ’tenshun to me; lide. apt right on, and purty soon I came tOay was headin’ fer ther crick, and lown tohollered all ther more, fer I had hole, -lyvoiee back again. wed they meant ter heave Bob in, al, andinowed plum shur that he would she hadned. n me, Srest ov ther male poppylashun » fer ali me, and we all run like mad. | ‘uddyloop was in ther van, her wn, anqavin’ in ther wind, and she’was uss’n @wuss’n a wild Injun. ‘was no let up to et till they kem ently Yierick, and thar they stopped, took a5 a up, and into ther water they ye: +*him, kerslush! and then pulled 1 is IM. py ther ropes. / went again, and out again, and ther rea. time I got thar they had done openedtnree times sartain. ie degréeq up reckless and cut Sal a slap : jaw— he MuUE happened jist then I hardly ut ther next I did know I was git- | his S®) that crick more dead'n alive. kickedter men and wimmin wur laffin’ & res er kill, and they did say that Sal yme up ‘ked me up and flung me in all erself, without a hand’s help from in Vy. pes Bt | that, even though I can’t prove in t So. gant I got out, about a dozen ov ’em onto me and flung me in nee leared ¥ kept that up till all wasa blank. Sarat the 1 kem-to I sot up and looked 5 et wasas growin’ dark, and ther crowd ur my! in ther direction ov ther Gilt muse hin fer he} on ther bank ov ther crick, and ind all ked around I espied my pard. He her graup about ther same time and sot him. W looked around him in sim’lar and rou) ther jo,’ said I, “ whur aire we at, any- gt). oi "Cu > ’ Yoh . 7 “ i ‘ ay x! eee t+ . ” aa * *\) s 7 ¢ ‘ . he ahs y' fg jibe te gk °s £ Ae, be 5 ete vi 5 7k ’ , ioe Tei" a as ee ee 4 Se Pees aie = a et) J 4 ’ 4 st LS 4) Pa AY < 7 \ 4 ‘ wi . Ye 4 . + | - : + Ca > f A) Ane ‘ * ! ree i = i ag #4 ‘ _ a He was a sight to behold, and I opine that I was sim’lar—in fact, I know et. “Bob,” said I, “have we had fun enough? ”’ * Plenty enough,’ ‘““T move that we go home, “I second ther prompt enough. We got onto our pins, and took a fur- ther survey ov things around. About ther time we wur doin’ that we heard a yell, and a dozen wimmin swoop- ed down onto us. We tried to dodge ’em, but et wasn’t no use; they had us before we knowed whur we was at,.and off they marched us to ther camp, prisoners ov war, ef so I might say. Thar we found that a change had took- en place in our absence. Sal Cuddyloop had been ’lected actin’ mayor, and she was on ther platform in all ther pomp ov greatness. She had on all ther remnants ov our mournin’, includin’ ther streamers from our hosses’ tails, and one of our tall hats, mine or Bob’s, and no matter which et was. Other wimmin: wur on ther platform with her, and et looked as if et was pet- ticoat rule thar at Sawbuck. And et shur was, fer ther time bein’. Well, me and Bob wur brought up be- fore her, and she looked us chillin’ scorn- ful when she sot eyes onto us. She stood up in her place, and she said, said she: ‘ Wimmin and men oy Sawbuck City, hyer aire the two galoots that have brung disgrace upon our beloved town this day. I demand ov ye all, as actin’ mayor ov ther camp, what shall be done with ’em?” “Shoot ’em up' ” hollered one feller. “Tar and éeather em!” cackled one ov ther wimmin. “That is what I would do, ef we had ther tar to do et with,” said Sal; and I believe she would, too. ‘ But, bein’ as we ain’t got et, 1 am goin’ to send ’em home as a warnin’ to ther galoots ov Cross Crick not ter come hyer any more under no sarcumstances,”’ Thar was cheerin’. “Fetch forth their hosses!” she or- dered, wavin’ her hand as if she’ owned ther hull camp. Some fellers set off to do ther fetchin’, and she ordered some more to bring ropes a-plenty; so et wasn’t long till she had ther hosses and ther ropes on hand. “Now,” she further ordered, “ bind ’em and tie ’em onto their critters with their faces to ther south ov ther same, and start ’em off. Ef they git home, well and good, and if they don’t, no matter. Et ain’t likely they will pine fer any more funerals hyer, and if they ever do come again they will come to their own, they kin ’pend on’t!” So, they took us and they tied us fast onto our critters, same as she had told ‘em, face to our hosses’ tails; and then, amidst ther greatest whoopin’ ye ever heerd tell ov in yer life, they sot us adrift, and we cut loose fer Cross Crick at a desprut rate, jist as ther shades ov night wur burginnin’ ter hover over ther guich, as if a kind Provvydence wanted ter hide us from ther gaze ov mortal man in our disgrace. As our hosses carried us over ther ridge that inclosed ther gulch, we didn’t have ter look back—seein’ as we wur already face about—ter see a grand and highfa- lutin’ display ov fireworks to sullybrate ther wind-up ov ther plum greatest day ther camp ov Sawbuck had ever had in its history. 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