But as I looked back the way we had come and beheld my pardner disappearin’ round the bend of the road in the wake of the mair, I see comin’ towards me from that direction a queer lookin’ tall chap with long, small limbs and a high collor and cane, and, as he approached me, he stopped and looked down on me through a eyeglass that hung round his neck, in a queer way, though polite, and sez he:
“You got out sudden, you know.”
“Yes, I know it,” sez I faintly, “but if I had a little help I could git up agin.”
But he didn’t offer to help me. He looked at me through that eyeglass and sez he, holdin’ tight to his cane and kinder jabbin’ it into his mouth now and then:
“You fwightened me, you know; I pwespiah now from fwight.”
THE MAIR SOT OFF BACK TO JONESVILLE, MY PARDNER RUNNIN’ AFTER HER, AS HE STILL HAD HOLT OF THE LINES.
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“From what?” sez I.