Says I, 'I'm done. I'm sorry,' says I, 'but I'm
done.' At the first peek of day I starts over the mountain. This is
as fur as I've got. You've kep' me waitin'."
"Me--I've kept you waiting?" I cried. "Do you think I'm going over the
mountain, too?"
"No," said Tip, with a grim chuckle. "You ain't married. You've
nothin' to run from, 'less you've been yammerin' at yourself; then the
mountain won't do you no good. I didn't figure on your company, but
Tim kep' me."
"Is Tim out at this hour?" I asked.
"At this hour?" Tip retorted. "You'll have to get up earlier to catch
him. He's gone--up and gone--he is."
I sat down very abruptly on the door-step. "Tim gone?" I said.
"Gone--and he told me to wait and say good-by to you--to tell you he'd
set late last night for you, till he fell asleep. He was sleepin' when
I come, Mark. I peeped in the window and there he was, in that chair
of yours, fast asleep. I rapped on the window and he woke up with a
jump. He was off on the early train, he said, and had just time to
cover the twelve mile with that three-legged livery horse that brought
him out.
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