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“Why, when you have a job in hand that may bring a clean profit of some- where about a thousand or sixteen hundred, why, Tom, you’re onreasonable,” said Haley. “Yes, and hasn’t we business booked for five weeks to come,- all we can do? And suppose we leaves all, and goes to bush-whacking round arter yer young ‘un, and finally doesn’t catch the gal,- and gals allers is the devil to catch,- what’s then? would you pay us a cent-would you? I think I see you a-doin’ it-ugh! No, no; flap down your fifty. If we get the job, and it pays, I’ll hand it back; if we don’t, it’s for our trouble,- that’s far, an’t it, Marks?” “Certainly, certainly,” said Marks, with a conciliatory tone; “it’s only a retain- ing fee, you see,- he! he! he!- we lawyers, you know. Wal, we must all keep good- natured,- keep easy, yer know. Tom’ll have the boy for yer, anywhere ye’ll name; won’t ye, Tom?” “If I find the young ‘un, I’ll bring him on to Cincinnati, and leave him at Granny Belcher’s, on the landing,” said Loker. Marks had got from his pocket a greasy pocketbook, and taking a long paper from thence, he sat down, and fixing his keen black eyes on it, began mumbling over its contents: “Barnes-Shelby county-boy Jim, three hundred dollars for him, dead or alive. “Edwards-Dick and Lucy-man and wife, six hundred dollars; wench Polly and two children-six hundred for her or her head. |
