“What's that fur?” asked Ozzie B., as he ceased sobbing. His brother always had something new, and it was always absorbingly interesting to Ozzie B.
“That,” said Archie B., solemnly, “I allers say after meetin' a Jonah in the road. The spell is now broke. Jus' watch me fix Jud Carpenter agin. Wanter see me git even with him? Well, come along.”
“What'll you do?” asked Ozzie B.
“I'll make that mustang break his neck for the way he treated you, or my name ain't Archie B. Butts—that's all. Venture pee wee under the bridge, bam—bam—bam!”
“No—oo—no,” began Ozzie B., beginning to cry again—“Don't kill 'im—it'll be cruel.”
“Don't wanter see me go an' git even with the man that's jus' licked you for nuthin'?”
“No—oo—no—” sobbed Ozzie B. “Paw says—leave—leave—that for—the Lord.”
“Tarnashun!”—said Archie B., spitting on the ground, disgustedly—, “too much relig'un is a dang'us thing. You've got all of paw's relig'un an' maw's brains, an' that's 'nuff said.”
With this he kicked Ozzie B. soundly and sent him, still sobbing, up the road.
Then he ran across the wood to head off Jud Carpenter, who he knew had to go around a bend in the road.