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Tick Hush
When Button had deciphered this communication she placed both letters back in their envelopes and hid them behind the clock. Then she removed the little brass wrist-watch which Tick had given her from her arm and placed that with the two letters.
After that she turned around and addressed aloud the chair upon which Tick’s coat had rested:
“I wonder whut pap done wid dat double-barrel shotgun of his’n?”
She threw Tick’s coat disdainfully upon the floor, and stamped it with her feet.
“I’s gwine vowlate de law!” she announced. “I’s gwine scramble de remainders of Tick Hush all over Tickfall. Ef dey gits enough of him to hold a funeral over, dey’ll have to mop de pieces up wid a rag!”
She walked back to the porch in the rear of the house, and lifted down the heavy muzzle-loading shotgun. She examined it carefully, muttering threats.
“Lemme think,” she mumbled. “I b’lieve pap said when you gits ready to shoot you cocks back bofe hammers an’ pulls bofe triggers!”
She stepped out into the yard, the gun resting upon her arm.