Their statements
bothered him--especially the Red Fox's evil hints and insinuations
about Hale's purposes one day at the mill. The miller thought of
them all the afternoon and all the way home, and when he sat down
at his fire his eyes very naturally and simply rose to his old
rifle over the door--and then he laughed to himself so loudly that
old Hon heard him.
"Air you goin' crazy, Billy?" she asked. "Whut you studyin'
'bout?"
"Nothin'; I was jest a-thinkin' Devil Judd wouldn't leave a
grease-spot of him."
"You AIR goin' crazy--who's him?"
"Uh--nobody," said Uncle Billy, and old Hon turned with a shrug of
her shoulders--she was tired of all this talk about the feud.
All that summer young Dave Tolliver hung around Lonesome Cove. He
would sit for hours in Devil Judd's cabin, rarely saying anything
to June or to anybody, though the girl felt that she hardly made a
move that he did not see, and while he disappeared when Hale came,
after a surly grunt of acknowledgment to Hale's cheerful greeting,
his perpetual espionage began to anger June. Never, however, did
he put himself into words until Hale's last visit, when the summer
had waned and it was nearly time for June to go away again to
school.
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