3io A Blackjack Bargainer
kinds of doin's. I cyan't say, Mr. Goree, that sech things suits me fur me, give me them thar." Garvey' s huge, yellow-gloved hand flourished in the direction of the moun- tains. " That's whar I b'long, 'mongst the wild honey bees and the b'ars. But that ain't what I come fur to say, Mr. Goree. Thar's somethin' you got what me and Missis Garvey wants to buy."
"Buy! "echoed Goree. "From me?" Then he laughed harshly. "I reckon you are mis- taken about that. I reckon you are mistaken about that. I sold out to you, as you your- self expressed it, 'lock, stock, and barrel/ There isn't even a ramrod left to sell."
"You've got it; and we 'uns want it. 'Take the money,' says Missis Garvey, 'and buy it fa'r and squar'."
Goree shook his head. "The cupboard's bare," he said.
"We've riz," pursued the mountaineer, un- deflecfced from his object, "a heap. We was pore as possums, and now we could hev folks to dinner every day. We been reco'nized, Missis Garvey says, by the best society. But there's somethin' we need we ain't got. She says it ought to been put in the 'ventory
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