Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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laughter.
"Don't you wherrit yourself about those keys, squire," advised Bagby. "They 're safe stowed where they won't cause no more trouble. And since that is done with, we'd like to settle another little matter with you that we was going to come over to Greenwood about to-day, but seeing as you 're here, I don't see no reason why it should n't be attended to now." "What's that?" snapped the squire. "The meeting kind of thought things looked squawlish ahead, and that it would be best to be fixed for it, so I offered a resolution that the town buy twenty half-barrels of grain, and that--" "Grain!" exclaimed the squire. "What in the 'nation can ye want with grain?" "As we are all friends here, I'll tell you confidential sort, that we put it thataways, so as the resolutions need n't read too fiery, when they was published in the 'Gazette.' But the folks all knew as the grain was to be a black grain, that 's not very good eating." "Why, this is treason!" cried Mr. Meredith. "Gunpowder! That 's--" "Yes. Gunpowder," continued the spokesman, quite as |
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