Nick of the Woods by Robert M. Bird
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hand, and doing the same with the soldier, before Boland could repel him,
as he would have done, exclaimed, "Glad to see you, cunnel;--same to you, strannger--What's the news from Virginnie? Strannger, my name's Ralph Stackpole, and I'm a ring-tailed squealer!" "Then, Mr. Ralph Stackpole, the ring-tailed squealer," said Roland, disengaging his hand, "be so good as to pursue your business, without regarding or taking any notice of me." "'Tarnal death to me!" cried the captain of horse-thieves, indignant at the rebuff, "I'm a gentleman, and my name's _Fight_! Foot and hand, tooth and nail, claw and mudscraper, knife, gun, and tomahawk, or any other way you choose to take me, I'm your man! Cock-a-doodle-doo!" And with that the gentleman jumped into the air, and flapped his wings, as much to the amusement of the provoker of his wrath as of any other person present. "Come, Ralph," said the commander of the Station, "whar'd' you steal that brown mar' thar?"--a question whose abruptness somewhat quelled the ferment of the man's fury, while it drew a roar of laughter from the lookers-on. "Thar it is!" said he, striking an attitude and clapping a hand on his breast, like a man who felt his honour unjustly assailed. "Steal! _I_ steal any horse but an Injun's! Whar's the man dar's insinivate that? Blood and massacree-ation! whar's the man?" "H'yar," said Bruce, very composedly. "I know that old mar' belongs to Peter Harper, on the north side." "You're right, by Hooky!" cried Roaring Ralph; at which seeming admission |
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