Page 27 (1/2)

"You're no Plattville girl," he said sharply

"You lie!" cried the child "You lie! I ao, will you? I'm

lookin' fer pap and you're a liar!"

"You crawled in here to sleep, after your seven-mile walk, didn't you?"

Martin went on

"You're a liar," she screao back to Six-Cross-Roads and tell

your folks that if anything happens to a hair of Mr Harkless's head every

shanty in your toill burn, and your grandfather and your father and

your uncles and your brothers and your cousins and your second-cousins and

your third-cousins will never have the good luck to see the penitentiary

Reckon you can reo to carry it,

I guess you ht as well hand out the paper they sent you over here

with"

His prisoner fell into a paroxysit pap to kill ye," she shrieked "I don' know nothin' 'bout yer

Six-Cross-Roads, ner no papers, ner yer dam Mister Harkels neither, ner