“Why didn’t you do as you agreed, you consarned loonatick, you!”
And still another cried—“We’ll have the law on you for this! You agreed to die, and we all got together for that purpose, and we’ll see if we’re goin’ to be bamboozled and fooled in this way. It is all a contrived plan to abuse us and make fun on us. But I’ll see if I can’t make you sick of sech dum nonsense,” sez he. And he rushed for the live body with sech vengeance in his eyes and a wooden stool in his hand that the body’s wife precipitated herself onto the coffin, and sez she—
“I will perish with this noble man, if die he must” (you see he’d worked her all up about his worth).
Wall, suffice it to say, the cousin wuz overmastered, and etiket prevailed, and decorum wuz established, and the crowd dispersed, leavin’ him still in his coffin, for he sed he wuz tired, and would lay there for a spell.
I believe he wuz ’fraid to git out. It kinder protected his lims and body. But then mebby he told the truth; the sermon wuz a powerful one, and delivered loud—it must have used up considerable wind.
Wall, they talked hard of sendin’ Jake Bilhorn to the asylum. He escaped it jest by the skin of his teeth, as the sayin’ is. His wife testified to the last minute that his mind wuz weak, and he couldn’t help it. But she would watch him, she sed, and take care on him. So it wuz agreed that he should be let off on the Idiot Act, and she promised to let him go to the loonatick asylum if he ever tried to git up any sech performance agin.
But I am a-eppisodin’, and a-eppisodin’ too fur, too fur.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
AL FAIZI SAYS GOOD-BYE.
Wall, the very next day, follerin’ and ensuin’ after our visit to the Escuriel, Martin gin orders for the march.