"But
since then?"
"No."
"Wal, he was tellin' me that he'd got you on the hip this time,
Hen. If you as much as put your hoof over on that track he's
fighting you about, he'll plop you in jail, that's what he'll
do! He's got a warrant all made out by Jedge Perkins. I seen
it."
Uncle Henry walked closer to the old man and looked down at him
from his great height. "Tobe," he said, "you know the rights of
that business well enough. You know whether I'm right in the
contention, or whether Ged's right. You know where the old line
runs. Why don't you tell?"
"Oh, mercy me!" croaked the old man, and in much haste. "I ain't
goin' to git into no land squabble, no, sir! You kin count me
out right now!" And he picked up his axe, restored the whetstone
to its sheath on the wall, and at once went out of the shack.
Chapter XV
A CAT AND HER KITTENS
That was a breakfast long to be remembered by Nan Sherwood, not
particularly because of its quality, but for the quantity served.
She had never seen men like these lumbermen eat before, save for
the few days she had been at Uncle Henry's house.
Great platters of baked beans were placed on the table, flanked
by the lumps of pork that had seasoned them.
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