You fellows who have money in your pockets,
you may go to Sa' Loui', by gar, and buy yourselves some."
The peninsula of Kaskaskia was glorified by sunset, and even having its
emerald stretches purpled by the evening shadows of the hills, before
Rice Jones could go home to his sister. The hundreds thronging him all
day and hurrahing at his merciless wit saw none of his trouble in his
face.
He had sat by Maria day after day, wiping the cold dampness from her
forehead and watching her self-restraining pride. They did not talk
much, and when they spoke it was to make amusement for each other. This
young sister growing up over the sea had been a precious image to his
early manhood. But it was easier to see her die now that the cause of
Dr. Dunlap's enmity was growing distinct to him.
"No wonder he wanted me shot," thought Rice. "No wonder he took all her
family as his natural foes at sight."
Sometimes the lawyer dropped his papers and walked his office,
determining to go out and shoot Dr. Dunlap.
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