But you want to borry a hoss for a week
or two? Don't you think you mout keep him a leetle longer?"
"Yes, mout on a pinch."
"Got any corn to feed him on?"
Laz began to scratch his head. "Wall, that is whut I was a goin' to talk
to you about. Our co'n crib war down on the branch. Branch riz an'
washed all the co'n away, an' I'd like fur you to let me have enough to
feed on fur a month or so."
Jasper was standing near Margaret. She reached over and plucked his
sleeve. "You can't do it, you jest can't. It would be a robbin' of
yo'se'f."
"Wall," drawled the old man, with a countryman's philosophical
resignation in the face of a difficulty that cannot be avoided, "when a
man robs hisse'f he ginerally knows about how fur the work has gone on.
I've been a lettin' putty nigh every man have what he wants an' it's
most too late to stop now. Laz, tell Kintchin to haul you over a load of
co'n an' you kin ride Old Roan home."
The borrower nodded his head, arose and started toward the door, but
halted and turned back. Starbuck inquired if there were anything else on
his mind.
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