«The Ransom of Red Chief» and Other Stories / «Вождь краснокожих» и другие рассказы

There's bread in the tin box settin' on the shelf. I put the bacon in the b'ilin'-pot to keep the hounds from gittin' it. Don't forget to wind the clock to-night.”

“You air a-goin' to your brother Ed's?” asked Ransie, with fine unconcern.

“I was 'lowin' to get along up thar afore night. I ain't sayin' as they'll pester theyselves any to make me welcome, but I hain't nowhar else fur to go. It's a right smart ways, and I reckon I better be goin'. I'll be a-sayin' good-bye, Ranse-that is, if you keer fur to say so.

“I don't know as anybody's a hound dog,” said Ransie, in a martyr's voice, “fur to not want to say good-bye-'less you air so anxious to git away that you don't want me to say it.”

Ariela was silent. She folded the five-dollar bill and her decree carefully, and placed them in the bosom of her dress. Benaja Widdup watched the money disappear with mournful eyes behind his spectacles.

And then with his next words he achieved rank (as his thoughts ran) with either the great crowd of the world's sympathizers or the little crowd of its great financiers.

“Be kind o' lonesome in the old cabin to-night, Ranse,” he said.

Ransie Bilbro stared out at the Cumberlands, clear blue now in the sunlight. He did not look at Ariela.

“I 'low it might be lonesome,” he said; “but when folks gits mad and wants a divo'ce, you can't make folks stay.”

“There's others wanted a divo'ce,” said Ariela, speaking to the wooden stool.

“Nobody never said they didn't.”

“Nobody never said they did. I reckon I better start on now to brother Ed's.”

“Nobody can't wind that old clock.”

“Want me to go back along 'ith you in the cart and wind it fur you, Ranse?”

The mountaineer's countenance was proof against emotion. But he reached out a big hand and enclosed Ariela's thin brown one. Her soul peeped out once through her impassive face, hallowing it.

“Them hounds shan't pester you no more,” said Ransie. “I reckon I been mean and low down. You wind that clock, Ariela.”

“My heart hit's in that cabin, Ranse,” she whispered, “along 'ith you. I ai'nt a-goin' to git mad no more. Le's be startin', Ranse, so's we kin git home by sundown.”

Justice-of-the-peace Benaja Widdup interposed as they started for the door, forgetting his presence.