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Frohbors had ridden up to Spicer South's

stile, and drawn rein for gossip These ress of the hounds, and near sundown, as a postscript to their

infornals sounded from a mountain top

No as spoken, but in common accord the kins rifles

"They're a-coht ter be home Whar's Tam'-rack?"

No one had noticed his absence until that moment, nor was he to be

found A few ht, and his

uncle met him at the fence

"Saoin' ter ask ye,"

he said, "but thehted a mile below"

Samson nodded

"Now"--Spicer South's face hardened--"I owns down thar ter the road

No ive hio indoors an' stay thar, ye kin do hit--an' no dawg ner

no oin' ter ask ye no questions But, ef ye sees fit ter

face hit out, I'd love ter prove ter these hyar reed ter this truce I'd like ter

invite 'es sniff round the feet of every

man in my house--an' then, when they're plumb teetotally dao ter hell Thet's the way I