I'll follow in a
little while, and we'll arrange the matter."
"Well, now, lawyer, but I can't--my horse, as you see, having over eat
himself, is struck with the founders and can't budge. I put him in
'Squire Dickens' stable, 'long with his animals, and seeing that he
hadn't had much the day before, I emptied the corn from their troughs
into his, and jest see what's come of it. I hadn't ought to done so, to
be sure."
"That's bad, but that must not stop you. Your life, Bunce, is in danger,
and I have too much regard for you to let you risk it by longer stay
here. Take my nag, there--the second one from the tree, and put him in
the gears in place of your own. He's as gentle as a spaniel, and goes
like a deer. You know the back track to my house, and I'll come after
you, and bring your creature along. I 'spose he's not so stiff but he
can bring me."
"He can do that, lawyer, I guess, without difficulty. I'll move as you
say, and be off pretty slick. Five hundred dollars damage, lawyer--eh!"
"No matter, till I see you.
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