'N' I'm tellin'
yuh right now, Luck, I wisht I could say as much fer us!" Applehead lifted his
hat and rubbed his palm over his bald pate that was covered thickly with beads
of perspiration, as if his head were a stone jar filled with cold water. "If
we have to sep'rate, Luck, you take a fool's advice and keep yore dang eyes
open. The boys, they think I been stringin' 'em along. Mebby you think so too,
but I kin tell ye right now 't we gotta keep our dang eyes in our haids!"
"I'm taking your word for it, Applehead," Luck told him, lowering his voice a
little because they were nearing the others. "Besides, I've heard a lot about
these tricky boys with the Dutch-cut on their hair. I'm keeping it all in mind
don't worry. But I sure am going to overhaul Ramon, if we have to follow him
to salt water."
"Well, now, I ain't never turned back on a trail yit, fer want uh nerve to
foller it," AppleHead stated offendedly. "When I was shurf--"
The enlivened jumble of voices, each proclaiming the owner's hopes or desires
or disbelief to ears that were not listening, quite submerged Applehead's
remarks upon the subject of his wellknown prowess when be was "shurf.
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