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Chapter Seven

? ? ? ? Git up! what you 'bout!"

? ? ? ? I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I was. It was after sun-up, and I had been sound asleep. Pap was standing over me, looking sour- and sick, too. He says-

? ? ? ? "What you doin' with this gun?"

? ? ? ? I judged he didn't know nothing about what he had been doing, so I says:

? ? ? ? "Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him."

? ? ? ? "Why didn't you roust me out?"

? ? ? ? "Well I tried to, but I couldn't; I couldn't budge you."

? ? ? ? "Well, all right. Don't stand there palavering all day, but out with you and see if there's a fish on the lines for breakfast. I'll be along in a minute."

? ? ? ? He unlocked the door and I cleared out, up the river bank. I noticed some pieces of limbs and such things floating down, and a sprinkling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise.


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