I remember we had to leave off the tail-gate to my cart to accommodate him.

Yes, sir, they pretty near pestered Baldy into his grave--and seein' that pore old fellow pottering around year after year always toting a gun was the patheticest sight I most ever seen, and I made up my mind then if it ever seemed necessary for me to kill a man, I'd leave the county or maybe the state," concluded the squire.
"Don't you reckon it would be some better to leave the state afo' you.
done the killing ?" suggested Yancy.
"Well, a man might.

I don't know but what he'd be justified in getting shut of his troubles like that." When Betty Malroy rode away from Squire Balaam's Murrell galloped after her.

Presently she heard the beat of his horse's hoofs as he came pounding along the sandy road and glanced back over her shoulder.

With an exclamation of displeasure she reined in her horse.