"
"Why, you dog, didn't you help to steal her away? Have you forgotten how
you pulled away the stones? I should have you whipped for it, sir--do
you know that I can whip--don't the hickories grow here?"
"Yes, so Chub's mother said--but you can't whip Chub. Chub laughs--he
laughs at all your whips. _That_ for your hickories. Ha! ha! ha! Chub
don't mind the hickories--you can't catch Chub, to whip him with your
hickories. Try now, if you can. Try--" and as he spoke he darted along
with a rickety, waddling motion, half earnest in his flight, yet
seemingly, partly with the desire to provoke pursuit. Something
irritated with what was so unusual in the habit of the boy, and what he
conceived only so much impertinence, the outlaw turned the horse's head
down the hill after him, but, as he soon perceived, without any chance
of overtaking him in so broken a region. The urchin all the while, as if
encouraged by the evident hopelessness of the chase on the part of the
pursuer, screeched out volley after volley of defiance and
laughter--breaking out at intervals into speeches which he thought most
like to annoy and irritate.
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