I don't know why she 'lowed Sally
would do sech a thing, but she did, and jest paced up an' down the yard
yellin' an' takin' on an' beggin' us to go fetch her back, so that none
of us at the house thought o' draggin' the hole at the foot-log. But
Bill Dugan did, an' soon come with the news whar she was at. Then her
ma jest had a spasm. I railly believe on my soul she cussed God an'
all futurity. She raved till she was black in the face."
"Then there is--is no doubt about it?" gasped Westerfelt. "She is
dead?"
"Of course she's dead," answered Slogan; "an' bein' as my hoss ain't to
be had, I 'lowed I'd try to borrow one o' yore'n to go order the
coffin." Slogan here displayed a piece of twine which he had wound
into a coil. "I've got the exact length o' the body. I 'lowed that
would be the best way. I reckon they kin tell me at the store how much
play a corpse ort to have at each end. I've noticed that coffins
always look longer, a sight, than the pusson ever did that was to
occupy 'em, but I thought ef I tuck the exact measure--"
"Here's the stable key," interrupted Westerfelt, with a shudder.
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