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Well, I ain’t sorry, myself. [He pokes his finger through the bullet hole in his hat.] It’s a good hat, but a air-hole er two won’t hurt nothin’ this sort o’ weather.

What ’d he do arter he shot at you?

I didn’t stay to see. When I found out he meant business I turned my horse loose an’ cut fer the bushes. I’d like to know what’s got into Andy.

’Tis quair the way he’s actin’!

[Comes toward thoughtfully]

What ’d he say to you up thar while ago when you give him that licker—afore it all started?

[Starts violently]

Nothin’! He didn’t say nothin’, I tell you—not a word! [ ''looks at him suspiciously. He flares up in a fit of anger''] You needn’t try to accuse me! I never put him up to it! [Sobbing] O God! I wish I ’us