[The Red Acorn by John McElroy]@TWC D-Link bookThe Red Acorn CHAPTER XVIII 11/33
I knowed the minit I sot eyes on ye thet ye war good grit.
I never git fooled much in my guess o' people's backbone.
Thar wuz Harry Glen--all his own comrades thot he wuz white 'bout the liver, but I seed the minit I laid my eyes onter him thet he hed ez good, stan'-up stuff in him ez ennybody, w'en he got over his fust flightiness." Had this man some scheme that would bring her lover and her together? "But what do you want of me ?" Rachel asked, with all the composure she could summon. "Suthing a cussed sight more hon'rable an' more useful ter ther Gover'mint then stayin' 'round heah nussin' these loafers," he answered roughly.
"Hist! thar's a shadder nigh yon winder." He crossed the room with the quick, silent tread of a panther, and his face darkened as he saw the objectionable red-headed and black-bearded men walking away toward the parade-ground, with their backs to the window.
"Yer orful cute," he said talking to himself, and alluding to the retiring figures, "but ef I don't gin ye a trip afore long thet'll make yer heels break yer pizen necks I hope I may never see Rockassel Mountings agin.
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