m tbe MOO&S witb tbe 3Bow 



plied, " and I 've got to where I want 

 to be." 



He spat sidewise. 



''Ya-a-s," he drawled; "hit air not 

 sich a bad place fer yer sort. Kem in, kem 

 in." 



" I air pooty nigh as good a sort as 

 you," I responded. " But I 'm thirsty 

 clean down ter my toes." 



" Nary drap in the jug," he said with 

 a husky sigh, " an' ain't been fer a week." 



" It 's water I want. Is the well dry, 

 too?" 



" Got nary well. Spring 's all right. 

 Go down thar; ye '11 find er gourd; help 

 yerself." 



He made a motion with his pungled 

 head to indicate the direction, and when 

 I went he followed. After I had filled the 

 parched void in me, he leered and said : 



" Ye 've fergot me. 'Member w'en I 

 fiddled at Spivy Fuller's dance, an* ye was 

 so crazy 'bout the little Widder Aikins?" 



As if a screen in my brain had been 

 shifted by his words, suddenly I recol- 

 lected. 



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