"The image of his father, only taller and stronger! What a splendid gun! There'll be talk about that gun, Ors' Anton'!" "Evvviva Ors' Anton'!" chorused the herdsmen.

"We were sure you'd come back, at last!" "Ah! Ors' Anton'!" cried a tall fellow, with a skin tanned brick red.
"How happy your father would be, if he were here to welcome you! The dear, good man! You would have seen him now, if he would have listened to me--if he would have let me settle Guidice's business!.

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But he wouldn't listen to me, poor fellow! He knows I was right, now!" "Well, well!" said the old man.