"
"No, Laz, fur the man that gives the mad dog any of the advantage is
almost shore to git bit. An' I don't want Jim to know any mo' about this
comin' trouble than he kin help."
"I reckon not, Jasper. It's sorter noised about that he's a pinin' for
the lady from off yander."
"Yes, caliker is got him at last. It's all right, though. The Lord has
lit up brown jeans with a smile. Now, here's what I want cut on that
rock," he added, handing the paper to Laz, but suddenly withdrawing it,
remarked: "Remember, I ain't lendin' you this."
He gave the paper to the borrower, who, looking at it, turning it over
and over, replied: "All right. Don't need it--yit."
"Say, Laz, come over with me to the mill. There's suthin' I want to put
away."
As they were going out through the gap, Lou came running into the yard.
CHAPTER XVII.
NOT TO TELL HER A LIE.
The girl ran to the rocking-chair, sat down and covering her face with
her hands, uttered what to her must have been a sad lament: "Oh, she has
made a coward out of me.
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