with a
deep an' lastin' respeck."

Then both stopped to hear Paul begin the story of Troy for the second
time, but when he came to the death of Hector he would have to stop to let
Shif'less Sol utter what he called a "few cuss words." Hector, like
Hannibal, had the sympathy of everyone, and Sol spoke for them all when he
said: "'Twa'n't fair o' that air goddess Minerver hoppin' in an' helpin'
A-Killus when Hector might hev a-slew him in a fair battle. Women ain't
got no business mixin' in a fight. Whenever they do they allus help the
wrong feller. I've no doubt that ef me an' Jim Hart was a-hittin' an'
a-wrastlin', an' hevin' the terriblest fight you ever heard on, ef any
woman wuz to come along she'd pull me off the ornery, long-legged,
knock-kneed, ugly Jim Hart--an' me a handsome man, too."

"I wonder all the ice on the lake don't melt when it sees your face, Sol
Hyde," retorted Jim Hart scornfully.

"I don't think much uv them old Greeks an' Trojans," said Tom Ross, who
seldom delivered himself at length. "'Pears to me they had pow'ful cur'us
ways uv fightin'. Think uv a feller, when he feels like takin' a scalp,
comin' out before the hull army an' beatin' a big brass shield till it
rattled like a tin pan, an' then, when he got 'em all to lookin' an'
listenin', hollerin' at the top uv his voice, 'I'm A-Killus, Defyer uv the
Lightnin', Slayer uv the Trojans, the terriblest fighter the world ever
seed! I pick up a ship in my right ban', an' throw it, with all the
sailors in it, over a hill! When I look at the sun, it goes out, skeered
to death! I've made more widders an' orphans than any other ten thousan'
men that ever lived.' 'Pears to me them wuz the pow'fullest boasters that
ever wuz born. Why, what they said wuz mostly lies. 'Twas bound to be so,
an' their ways uv fightin' wuz plumb foolishness. Why, ef A-Killus wuz to
come along nowadays, beatin' his brass shield in the face an' hollerin'
out his big words, some Shawnee layin' behind a rock would send a bullet
through his head, jest ez easy ez knockin' over a rabbit, an' thet would
be the end uv Mr. A-Killus, an' a good thing fur all, too."

"But there were no Shawnees and no rifles on the plains of Troy, Tom,"
said Paul.

"What uv it?" exclaimed Ross in hot indignation. "They didn't fight fair,
anyway. It's jest ez Sol sez--whut did all them women goddesses mean by
interferin' an' allus sp'ilin' a good stan'-up fight? Now, ez Paul tells
it, Ole Jupe, a-se