They cook it up that way for the hounds. Thar's a feller up
our way that's got mo' than a hundred hounds. They call him hound poor."
Rap, rap, rap!
"Let me tell you about this feller, Jedge. It may have some bearin's on
the matter in hand. This here feller goes down to the store, kep' by the
post-master, once a week an' swops off a hound for a pint o' licker. One
day he tuck down the biggest hound you ever seed an' when the
store-keeper had give him the pint of licker this here feller looks at
his hound an' says, 'What! don't I git nothin' back--no change?' An' the
store-keeper give him back a rat tarrier an' a bull pup."
In spite of himself the Judge ducked his head and laughed, and the
Marshal shook his sides. But the outburst of merriment was soon over.
"That is all very interesting as a character study, but we are not here
to study characters, but to get at facts."
Mose had moved around and was standing near the corner of the Judge's
desk. "I w--w--w--wish I could talk t--t--t--thatter way."
"Mr. Foster, take this boy out.
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