A few minutes later he appeared on the spring path and dropped the squirrel at my feet.
“It’s yours,” he said and, leaning his rifle against the tree, kneeled down and drank from the spring.
“But you shot it,” I protested.
I don’t hanker after squirrel meant,“ he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I pulled out my sack of tobacd offered it. He rolled a cigarette and ha bae without a word.
“Well,” he said finally, “I re I’ll go on home,” and pig up his rifle, he walked away.
He had scarcely disappeared when I heard a rustling leaves behind me and a man stepped out of the undergrowth in back of the spring. I had met the man, but now there were two revolvers strapped to his hips. Instinctively I knew he was the game warden. I gla the squirrel involuntarily; I khe ason was clod. But the man was grinning.
“That’s all right, I saw it all,” he said.
“That’s lucky for me,” I said, “but I really caud him to shoot it. I thought he was hunting squirrels.”
A few minutes later he appeared on the spring path and dropped the squirrel at my feet.
“It’s yours,” he said and, leaning his rifle against the tree, kneeled down and drank from the spring.
“But you shot it,” I protested.
I don’t hanker after squirrel meant,“ he replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I pulled out my sack of tobacd offered it. He rolled a cigarette and ha bae without a word.
“Well,” he said finally, “I re I’ll go on home,” and pig up his rifle, he walked away.
He had scarcely disappeared when I heard a rustling leaves behind me and a man stepped out of the undergrowth in back of the spring. I had met the man, but now there were two revolvers strapped to his hips. Instinctively I knew he was the game warden. I gla the squirrel involuntarily; I khe ason was clod. But the man was grinning.
“That’s all right, I saw it all,” he said.
“That’s lucky for me,” I said, “but I really caud him to shoot it. I thought he was hunting squirrels.”
“No, he’s hunting nothing that lives in trees. He was hunting old King Solomon.”
“I e,” I said, though I did all. A triangle affair possibly, or a mountain feud.
“Old King Solomon is a bass,” he said. “We call him that becau he’s so smart nobody catch him. That fellow with the gun hooked him once, but couldn’t hold him. Ever since, he’s been trying to shoot him. Well, that’s against the law; and nobody’s going to do that if I help it.”