But I'm sorry you are goin' to take him. Let him go and I'll
agree to deliver the testimony expected of him."
"No, that can't be. We have our orders."
Out by the fence and with laborious stroke Laz was cutting wood. Leaving
off his work as the wagon drew near he gazed with hand-shaded eye, and
recognizing Jasper, threw down his axe and began to scramble over the
fence, but one of the men fired a shot to scare him and he dropped
back, took off his hat, scratched his head and remarked: "Sorter 'pears
like you got me. Helloa, Jasper. Didn't know folks war a comin' around a
takin' you a ridin'."
"Get up into the wagon," Foster commanded.
"Yes, that's what I 'lowed I'd do. But let me go into the house an' put
on some more duds if you air goin' to take me down into society."
"Go with him, Nick," said Foster, and the deputy leaped to the ground.
Old Mrs. Spencer came to the door and with her tangish tongue larrupped
the men, called them cowards, dogs; and appealing to Jasper asked why he
didn't kill them as his forefathers would have done.
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