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er," he said. "No," I said, "but I think it is wrong." And I gave my reasons, which, however, failed to carry much conviction. "The marshal that kilt your paw," inquired Nucky, at last, "how long you aim to let him live?" "Till I'm good and ready for him," replied Killis; "I got a dead tree up the hollow I practice on all the time,--there's a band breast-high around it black with bullet-holes. Sometimes I shoot walking, and sometimes running, and sometimes I fetch a nag up and gallop around and shoot. When I get so I never miss, I'll ride over where he lives at and tell him 'I'm Steve Blair's boy,' and shoot him down like a dog, and revenge my paw, and do my duty." [Illustration: "'I got a dead tree up the hollow I practice on all the time.'"] A murmur of quiet approval began with Nucky and passed around the circle. After the other boys went to bed, I finally extracted from Killis a solemn promise not to perform this "duty" before he was eighteen. It was the utmost I could accomplish,--long years of training must do the rest. _Monday._ The first real snow yesterday, and the boys wild in consequence. On our walk up Perilous, they found drifts in which they dived and wallowed. Coming back I noticed that Jason was quite hoarse; and in the middle of the night I was awakened by strange and painful sounds, as if someone were choking to death. The night was cold, the bed warm; I lay and listened a moment longer. Then flinging on wrapper and slippers, I ran across the sitting-room to the upper bedroom. Jason was sitting up in bed, gasping for breath. [Illustration: "The first real snow yesterday, and the boys wild in consequence."] "What is the matter with you?" I asked. "Croup," he croaked, between gasps. "Did you ever have it before?" "I follow havin' it." "Why didn't you tell me it was coming on?" "Afeared you'd whup me." I wrung my hands. "Cleo," I called back, "what in the world should be done for croup?" But for once her resources failed. "Some ties grease around their necks," she said. I have a maxim, "when in doubt try a hot-water-bag". Desperately stirring the fire in my grate, I put on water, and while it was heating spread vaseline on a handkerchief. Then flying back to Jason, I slapped first the handkerchief, then the hot bag, upon his chest. Apparently the child was choking to death,--I was terribly frightened,--the water may have been a little over-hot. At any rat
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