A gentle pioneer : $b Being the story of the early days in the new westBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A gentle pioneer : $b Being the story of the early days in the new west
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Frontier and pioneer life -- Ohio River Valley -- Juvenile fiction
Uncle Dod made an exclamation and said something under his breath.
“You’ve hit it, girl. Trust a woman’s wits. I’m glad I tackled you
first. You’ve hit the nail on the head. I’ll bet my shirt he’s up to
some sort of scheme to get that will. I remember he told me about it.
That’s good, too, fur I can testify to that. Oh, we’ll outwit Hump
Muirhead, don’t you fear.”
“What do you suppose he has done?”
“Kidnapped him, likely.” He brought his fist down with a thump into the
palm of his hand. “I’m an ijit! Why didn’t I think of that before?”
“What?”
“I heerd a pack o’ horses go by in the middle o’ the night. They turned
into Muirhead’s woods. I heerd some one say, ‘Keep quiet, boys, can’t
ye?’ I’ll bet it was them.”
“Where do you suppose they have taken him? Will they hurt him?”
“Reckon not. They’re after the will. I rayther think Hump’ll take him
to his place and hide him somewheres, drug him maybe, and get holt o’
the will, then he’ll brazen it out that there wa’n’t none, an’ never
had been.”
“But we’ve all seen it.”
“Don’t make no difference; he’ll say that it’s a scheme to defraud him,
an’ he’ll bring a lawsuit, an’ ef they ain’t no proof, likely he hopes
to win it. It’s jest like his contrivin’. Oh, I know Hump Muirhead from
A to izard. But we’ll get a holt o’ him. I will count on my boys. Jimmy
O’Neill at home?”
“No, he’s gone to the village.”
“Lemme see, then. Your father don’t count. Who’s nearest?”
“David Campbell; but he was going away to-day.”
“I’d like to scare up somebody like Jimmy, but with my three boys an’
any one else I may chanst to git a holt of, I reckon we’ll down ’em. I
don’t reckon they was more’n half a dozen in the pack. I kin count Hump
Muirhead’s gang on one hand. Well, Nancy, I’ll be off, the sooner the
better. S’posin’ you don’t say anything about this to yer mother. She’s
new here an’ don’t know the didos these here backwoodsmen kin cut up;
besides it’s part her affair, an’ Hump bein’ kin o’ hern, it might make
her feel bad. Kin ye keep yer mouth shet?”
“I should hope so,” Agnes returned proudly.
“’Pears to me land’s plenty enough not to be making such a hot fuss
about that place o’ Muirhead’s. Why don’t he give it up peaceable? Big,
heavy man like him could easy start an’ clar up another place in no
time. I believe in fightin’ fur my rights, but I’ll be switched if I
believe in bullyin’ wimmin folks. I declar, gal, ye look whiter’n my
old hoss. I’ve skeered ye good, hevn’t I?”
“I’m not scared, except--except for Mr. Willett. I feel as if that
Muirhead wouldn’t stop at anything.”
“Blest if she ain’t right,” said Dod to himself, but he put on a
cheerful face and said, “Don’t ye cross no bridges till ye come to ’em.
I’m off now, and I’d be willin’ to bet ye a pretty that Park’ll be
settin’ in my house inside o’ twenty-four hours. Keep yer mouth shet,
remember.” And he rode off.
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