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Chapter 70

           Zeb’sstorypromisedarevelationthatmightbefavourabletoherhopes.Shestoodresignedlywaitingforhimtocontinue.

           "Yesee,thecurds,analsosomewords,thewhichtheIrishwarabletosorto’pernounce,arterafashuno’hisown,toltmetheymustabeeno’theyeller-bellybreed;ansartint’boutthatmuch,Iwarabletogieatol’ableguessastowhartheyhedkimfrom.Iknow’denufo’theMexikinso’thesepartstothinko’fourasansweredthardescripshuntoaT.AstotheInjunduds,tharwarn’tnuthin’inthemtobamboozleme.Arterthis,Ikedagonestraighttothehulfourfellurs,anpinted’emoutforsartin.Oneo’’em,forsuresartin.OnhimI’dmademymark.Iwarconfidento’havin’didthet."

           "Yourmark!How,Zeb?"

           "YeremimbertheshotIfiredfromthedooro’theshanty?"

           "Oh,certainly!IdidnotseetheIndians.Iwasunderthetreesatthetime.Isawyoudischargeyourrifleatsomething."

           "Wal,MissLewaze;thishyurcoondon’toftendischurgethetthurweepun’ithoutdrawin’blood.Iknow’dIhuttheskunk;butitwarraytherfurforthecarryo’thepiece,anIreckon’dtheballwarabitspent.F’rallthat,Iknow’ditmustastunghim.Iseedhimsquirmtotheshot,anIsaystomyself:Eftherain’taholethroughhishidesomewhar,thiscoonwon’tmindchangin’skinswi’him.

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