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body," said the other. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied, "Lord knows I 've gota 'nough m' own t' tend to." The youth, who had been holding a bitter de- bate with himself and casting glances of hatred and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-by," he said. The tattered man looked at him in gaping amazement. "Why--why, pardner, where yeh goin'?" he asked unsteadily. The youth looking at him, could see that he, too, like that other one, was beginning to act dumb and animal-like. His thoughts seemed to be floundering about in his head. "Now--now--look--a--here, you Tom Jamison--now--I won't have this--this here won't do. Where--where yeh goin'?" The youth pointed vaguely. "Over there," he replied. "Well, now look--a--here--now," said the tattered man, rambling on in idiot fashion. His head was hanging forward and his words were slurred. "This thing won't do, now, Tom Jami- son. It won't do. I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It ain't right--now--Tom Jamison--it ain't. Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jami- son. It ain't--right--it ain't--fer yeh t' go-- trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it ain't--ain't-- ain't right--it ain't." In reply the youth climbed a fence and started away. He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively. Once he faced about angrily. "What?" "Look--a--here, now, Tom Jamison--now-- it ain't--" The youth went on. Turning at a distance he saw the tattered man wandering about helplessly |
