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he did afore. He sort o' grinned, with his mouth 

 wide open, and there was my hooks and bits o' hnes 

 hung round his chops hke an old man's beard." 



'* Why didn't you shoot him?" I asked. 



''Hadn't no gun with me for one thing, and 

 wouldn't 'a' dared anyway. Why, lad, he's bullet- 

 proof, 'course, and no man in his senses is goin' to 

 monkey with King Tortle, if he knows it," and old 

 Thornbush gave me a look of mingled contempt 

 and scorn for asking such a silly question. 



I did not realize at the time the force of the con- 

 viction in the old man's mind as to what he had been 

 saying, and most untimely, therefore, was my further 

 remark : " Do you really expect me to believe all 

 that?" 



Old Thornbush's eyes showed all the fire that was 

 in them. He looked like the big turtle he had de- 

 scribed, and fairly thundered, ''B'lieve it or not, as 

 you choose ! But do you s'pose I've lived here 

 all my life and hunted for fifty years and don't know 

 what I'm a-talkin' about? If you don't b'lieve it, 

 go tortlin' on your own hook and find out, and I bet 

 you don't point no gun at King Tortle, if he shows 

 up. Why, boy, don't you know that tortle purty 

 nigh killed my daddy?" 



I saw that the man was all in earnest. With him 

 it was no mere yarn to please children, and I made 

 amends as best I could. I mumbled a mollifying 

 apology and the clouds passed from Thornbush's 

 brow. 



It looked like a return to glacial times as I gazed 



