112 In the Sandy End of 



was awful skeered that some un would 

 ketch him and git it wuss 'n a mink with 

 a black hide and so he slept over in that 

 charcoal hut over yender 'way from 

 folks." 



" Did they find him, Jim?" 

 "Yep!" 



" Get his money?" 

 "Yep! Killed him." 

 " Was it known who did it ? " 

 " Yep ! Seen the feller what done it 

 down to the railroad station t'other day." 

 " But did n't they arrest him ?" 

 " Oh, yep ! Took him over to Hartford 

 and tried him fer it. Could n't prove 

 nothin', cause he was jest that fool fer 

 luck, that they wa' n't nobody lookin' on 

 when he done it, so he was 'quitted. 

 When I seen him t'other day down to 

 the station, I walked up to him and I 

 says, says I : 



" ' Gabe, you know gol darned well that 

 you was the feller that killed Mart.'" 

 " What did he say to that, Jim ? " 

 " Oh, he says, ' Git out,' says he, and 

 poked me in the ribs with his thumb. He 



