DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

only not follering.
I found the house Bud meant, and they was a
light in the second-story window. I rattled on the
gate. A dog barked somewheres near, but I hearn
his chain jangle and knowed he was fast, and I
rattled on the gate agin.
The light moved away from the window. Then
another front window opened quiet, and a voice
says:
"Doctor, is that yo' back agin?"
"No," I says, "I ain't a doctor."
"Stay where you are, then. _I_ GOT YOU COVERED."
"I am staying," I says, "don't shoot."
"Who are yo'?"
"A feller," I says, kind of sensing his gun through
the darkness as I spoke, "who has found your
OLD DEAD HOSS in the road."
He didn't answer fur several minutes. Then
he says, using the words DEAD HOSS as Bud had said
he would.
"A DEAD HOSS is fitten fo' nothing but to skin."
"Well," I says, using the words fur the third
time, as instructed, "it is a DEAD HOSS all right."
I hearn the window shut and purty soon the
front door opened.
"Come up here," he says. I come.
"Who rode that hoss yo' been talking about?"
he asts.
"One of the SILENT BRIGADE," I tells him, as Bud
had told me to say. I give him the grip Bud had