"
This suggestion met with approval, and with the help of Kintchin,
helloaed out of a nap behind the smoke-house, a pig was slaughtered and
barbecued. In Old Jasper's house that night there was a feast--a strange
picture, three old women at table and an old negro, with watery mouth,
standing in the door.
With the coming of daylight Margaret arose while yet the others slept,
and breakfast was ready with the rising of the sun.
"You must be plannin' a big day's work," said Mrs. Spencer, and Margaret
replied: "Yes, for I can't see the end of it. Kintchin, ketch the gray
mare an' put the side saddle on her. An' now, you folks kin stay here
jest as long as you please."
"Why, where air you goin'?" Mrs. Barker inquired; and Margaret, putting
a pistol in the pocket of her dress, dropped a courtesy and said:
"To the jail."
CHAPTER XXIII.
A TRIP NOT WITHOUT INCIDENT.
With a few silver dollars in her pocket, chinking against the steel of
her pistol, Margaret jogged along the road. In observation the
mountaineer is always minute; each day is a volume unto itself, and in
this book abound many pictures.
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