Dis whim dey lay 'im down.

Ise bawn wid a cawl!" There were exclamations from the listeners, for Xenophon spoke as one having authority.

Suddenly he turned and pointed his outstretched hand full at Judge Briscoe.
"An' dass de main," he cried, "dass de main kin tell you Ah speak de trufe." Before he was answered, Eph Watts looked at Briscoe keenly and then turned to Lige Willetts and whispered: "Get on your horse, ride in, and ring the court-house bell like the devil.

Do as I say!" Tears stood in the judge's eyes.

"It is so," he said, solemnly.