He's beginnin'
to think that hotel gal's gone back on 'im an' tuk to likin' the feller
he fit that day. My Lord, that man'll see the day he'll wish he'd
never laid eyes on Wambush."
"I hain't in entire sympathy with Toot." It was Dill's voice. "That
is to say, not entire!"
"Well, don't say so, ef you know what's good fer you."
"Oh, it's a free country, I reckon."
"Don't you believe it!"
"What's Toot gwine to do?"
"I don't know, but he'll hatch out some'n."
Westerfelt's horse had been standing on the side of a little slope, and
the soft earth suddenly gave way beneath his hind feet, and in
regaining a firm footing he made a considerable noise. There was
nothing now for Westerfelt to do but to put a bold face on the matter.
"Get up," he said, guiding his horse down towards the men.
"Halt!" commanded one of the moonshiners. All three of them were now
huddled behind the wagon.
"Hello!" answered Westerfelt, drawing rein; "I'm lookin' for an iron
gray, flea-bitten horse that strayed away from the livery-stable this
morning; have you fellows seen anything of him?"
"No, I hain't.
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