She didn't say a word--only looked and looked and looked--like a crazy woman; then her and Bud went off together to hunt in the woods.

They just tuck hold of each other's hands like----" "That ain't nothin'," Homer Tibbs broke in.

"You'd ort to've saw old Miz Hathaway, that widder woman next door to us, when she heard it.

He had helped her to git her pension; and she tuck on worse 'n' anything I ever hear--lot worse 'n' when Hathaway died." "I reckon there ain't many crazier than them two Bowlders, father and son," said the postmaster, wiping the drops from his beard as he set his glass on the bar.

"They rid into town like a couple of wild Indians, the old man beatin' that gray mare o' theirn till she was one big welt, and he ain't natcherly no cruel man, either.