"D'yuh KILL him?" Gene shouted excitedly, as he ran up to the
spot.
"Yes." Good Indian glanced once more at the heap before him.
"And I'm liable to kill a few more before I'm through with the
deal." He swung short around, discovered that Evadna was
clutching his arm and crying, and pulled loose from her with a
gesture of impatience. With the gun still in his hand, he walked
quickly down the road in the direction of the garden.
"He's mad! The boy is mad! He's going to kill--" Phoebe gave a
sob, and ran after him, and with her went Miss Georgie and
Evadna, white-faced, all three of them.
"Come on, boys--he's going to clean out the whole bunch!" whooped
Gene.
"Oh, choke off!" Wally gritted disgustedly, glancing over his
shoulder at them. "Go back to the house, and STAY there! Ma,
make Vad quit that yelling, can't yuh?" He looked eloquently at
Jack, keeping pace with him and smiling with the steely glitter
in his eyes. "Women make me sick!" he snorted under his breath.
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