Pulp Fiction, 1884 · page 11 of 100
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THE PHANTOM CHIEF. 15 fooled y7rself into a passion about nothing. _ Keep cool, and let’s hear what he's got to say about Conolly.” Uncle Tim seemed slowly to perceive the inutility of quarrelling with the joker, whose experiments, to «say the truth, were made with impartiality as to ‘time, place and person; and as the subject jus! introduced was of general ' $nterest, curiosity aided materially in repressing any far- ther display of his resentment. He, therefore, resumed his recumbent posture, and the a apes coolly apneic: his remarks: ** You needn't think ibinndée my legs stand ona’ Ravi. ‘sylvania warrant, that I"ve been batchin’ notiens agin Con- olly. Tie villin’s got too much to answer for in the way of landswagger, for me to care about’ fixin’ on him: whut isn’t his own. But I tell you agin, that if him ‘and Lord Dunmore wasn’t a plottin’ more than you or me woald like to father, then I'll never pull trigger.’ Didn't Corpo. | Tul Pearson say—you heerd him, Smith—didn’t. he say that when he stood guard outside the door, they talked so fond, he could count every word for more than half-an hour? And wasn’t it all about the Boston row, and the doin's in Philadelphy, and among the Bargesses in Vir- ginny? And didn’t he say, (I'm Ulessed, I'd wish’ We'd say as much to me!) that these infarnal red-skins should be bamboozled into the pay of his Majesty, an‘! made to be- lieve that his Majesty would insure ‘em their lands, and 80 keep ’em playing on us while the folks Vother side of the ridge had their hands full with the righurs? Now, I Say it, and I don’t care who hears me, that to be makin’ ‘“p sich plots aforehand, when it's about ugly enoush in Aa parts with the sculptn’ devils, is an onmanly treason- fish contrivin’. I say when a man’s Nair ix gettin’ to be Onsafe, unless he’s wide awake for treeiny, it's an ongodly villin that woul! help the Injans agin lis own eolor for the sake of gettin’ the uppermost in a funily row. But it ‘you've a mind to talk over the matter of warran‘s, there's Lig Sake—he'll lay it on thiek enough for you.” The furdividnueal thas appealed to as a champion upon _ the question of the limits of jurisdiction between Pennsyl- ss za OE Sen > a ° . . ~- in