As Submit released her
and she rushed away, Obadiah followed her.
"Haow'd ye like it?" he said, with a sickly grin of jealous irony. "I
see ye didn' cover yer face very tight, he! he! Took keer to leave a
hole, he! he!"
The girl turned on him like a flash and gave him a resounding slap on
the cheek.
"Take that, you great gumph!" she exclaimed.
"Wha'd ye wanter hit a feller fer?" whined Obadiah, rubbing the
smitten locality. "Gol darn it, I hain't done nothin to ye. Ye didn'
slap him wen he kissed ye, darn him. Guess t'ain't the fuss time he's
done it, nuther."
Prudence turned her back to him and walked off, but Obadiah, his
bashfulness for the moment quite forgotten in his jealous rage,
followed her long enough to add:
"Oh ye needn' think I hain't seen ye settin yer cap fer him all 'long,
an he ole nuff tew be yer dad. S'pose ye thort ye'd git him, bein in
the same haouse long with him, but ye hain't made aout. He's goin tew
York an he don' keer no more baout yew nor the dirt unner his feet. He
ez good's tole me so."
"Thar comes Abner Rathbun," said some one in the group around Perez.
With heavy eyes, testifying to his debauch over night, and a generally
crestfallen appearance, the giant was approaching from the tavern,
where he had presumably been bracing up with a little morning flip.
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