#Welt in the middle of my forehead cracked

He could a-begun back a stretch and kinda run РІР‚в„ўem in easy, a little to a time, instead of lumpinРІР‚в„ў РІР‚в„ўem this way, and that would a-give meРІР‚вЂњРІР‚Сњ But there waРІР‚в„ўnРІР‚в„ўt no real use nor reason in his postinРІР‚в„ў all them invitations to once. I got too much regard for the Judge to try to get him into any hot water. РІР‚СљNo,РІР‚Сњ he emphasized deliberately, РІР‚СљI wouldnРІР‚в„ўt really go so furРІР‚в„ўs thatРІР‚вЂњI ainРІР‚в„ўt figgerinРІР‚в„ў on makinРІР‚в„ў no complaintРІР‚вЂњnot this time. And the tirade continued in an unbroken, half-muffled stream until he straightened laboriously again, the boyРІР‚в„ўs usual weekly packet of papers and catalogues in one hand. The latter failed completely to note the strained intensity of the face that was upturned before him and went on grumbling as he leaned over to fumble in the box beneath the seat. The GovРІР‚в„ўmint donРІР‚в„ўt expect nobody to work moreРІР‚в„ўn eight hours to a stretch, and look at me, two hours late and I ainРІР‚в„ўt home yet! IРІР‚в„ўd complain, tooРІР‚вЂњIРІР‚в„ўd complain to the authorities at Washington, onlyРІР‚вЂњonlyРІР‚СњРІР‚вЂњhis thin, high-pitched voice dropped suddenly to a furtively conciliating whisperРІР‚вЂњРІР‚Сљonly a-course I donРІР‚в„ўt want to make no trouble for the Judge.РІР‚СњР”Вenny Bolton cleared his throat and shuffled his feet uneasily, but this hint for haste was utterly wasted upon Old Jerry.

ItРІР‚в„ўs system does itРІР‚вЂњbut it ainРІР‚в„ўt right, just the same. РІР‚СљWell, itРІР‚в„ўs lucky you ainРІР‚в„ўt been kept a-standinРІР‚в„ў there a whole sight longerРІР‚вЂњhalf the night, mebby! You would a-been, only for my havinРІР‚в„ў an origРІР‚в„ўnal system for peddlinРІР‚в„ў them letters thatРІР‚в„ўs all my own. РІР‚СљStill a-waitinРІР‚в„ў, be ye?РІР‚Сњ he exclaimed peevishly. There was something birdlike in the brilliancy of the beady little eyes something of sparrowlike pertness in the tilt of the old manРІР‚в„ўs head, perked far over to one side.

The buggy came to a standstill, with the little, weazened old man leaning far out from the torn leather seat, shading his eyes with one unsteady hand while he peered into the shadows searching for the big-shouldered figure that stepped hesitatingly nearer the wheel. The GovРІР‚в„ўmint donРІР‚в„ўt expect nobody to work РІР‚в„ўtil this hour!РІР‚Сњ РІР‚СљРІР‚в„ўTainРІР‚в„ўt accordinРІР‚в„ў to lawРІР‚вЂњnot the way I figger it, it ainРІР‚в„ўt. РІР‚СљРІР‚в„ўTainРІР‚в„ўt regРІР‚в„ўlar,РІР‚Сњ the boy heard him whimpering.

#Welt in the middle of my forehead cracked

Old Jerry was complaining to himself bitterly in a whining, cracked falsetto. Young Denny shifted the shaft of his pike-pole to the other hand to wipe his damp palm against the checkered coat as the rig loomed up ahead of him in the darkness. The plodding ascent of the fat white mare and creaking buggy was nerve-rackingly deliberate. Old Jerry came with exasperating slowness that night.