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“Let ‘er go,” said Bill, splitting a straw with his knife. He had not proposed to Sarah before and he felt an unusual exaltation to think it came so easy after all.

When they reached the cattle, Jim objected to striking a balance with a “farrer cow,” and threw the Deacon’s nice calculation all out of joint.

“Let it go, Jim,” pleaded Emma.

“I won’t do it,” Ike said–“I mean I know he don’t want no farrer cow, he’s got two now.”

The Deacon was a little nettled. “I guess that’s going to stand,” he said sharply.

Jim swore a little but gave in, and came back with an access of ill humor on a division of the horses.

“But I’ve give you the four heavy horses to balance the four others and the two-year-old,” said the Deacon.

“I’ll be damned if I stand that,” said Jim.

“I guess you’ll have to,” said the Deacon.

Emma pleaded, “Let it go, Jim, don’t make a fuss.”

Jim raged on, “I’ll be cawn-demmed if I’ll stand it. I don’t–Ike don’t want them spavined old crows; they’re all ring-boned and got the heaves.” His long repressed ill-nature broke out.

“Toh, toh!” said the Deacon, “Don’t kick over the traces now. We’ll fix it up some way.”

Emma tried to stop Jim, but he shook her off and continued to walk back and forth behind the horses munching on quietly, unconscious of any dispute about their value.

Bill sat on the oat box in his hulking way, his heels thumping a tune, his small gray eyes watching the angry man.

“Don’t make a darn fool of yourself,” he said placidly.

Jim turned, glad of the chance for a row, “You better keep out of this.”

Bill continued to thump, the palms of his big hands resting on the edge of the box. “I’m in it,” he said conclusively.

“Well, you git out of it! I ain’t goin’ to be bulldozed–that ain’t what I come here for.”

“No, I see it ain’t,” said Bill. “If you’re after a row you can have it right here. You won’t find a better place.”

“There, there,” urged the Deacon. “What’s the use? Keep cool and don’t tear your shirts.”

Mrs. Gray went up to Jim and took him by the arm. “You need a good spankin’ to make you good-natured,” she said. “I think the Deacon has done first rate, and you ought ‘o–“

“Let go o’ me,” he snarled, raising his hand as if to strike her.

Bill’s big boot lunged out, catching Harkey in the ribs, and if the Deacon had not sprung to his assistance Jim would have been trampled to pieces by the scared horse under whose feet he found himself. He was wild with dizzy, breathless rage.

“Who hit me?” he demanded.

Bill’s shapeless hulk straightened up and stood beside him as if his pink flesh had suddenly turned to oak. Out of his fat cheeks his gray eyes glared.

“I did. Want another?”

The Deacon and Jack came between and prevented the encounter which would have immediately followed. Bill went on:–

“They cain’t no man lay a hand on my mother and live long after it.” He was thoroughly awake now. There was no slouch to his action at that moment, and Jim was secretly pleased to have the encounter go by.

“You come here for a fuss and you can have it, both of you,” Bill went on in unusual eloquence. “Deacon’s tried to do the square thing, Emmy’s tried to do the square thing, and Serry’s kep’ quiet, but you’ve been sour and ugly the whole time, and now it’s goin’ to stop.”

“This ain’t the last of this thing,” said Jim.

“You never’ll have a better time,” said Bill.

Mrs. Gray and the Deacon turned in now to quiet Bill, and the settlement went on. Jim kept close watch on the proceedings, and muttered his dissent to his friends, but was careful not to provoke Bill further.

In dividing the harnesses they came upon a cow-bell hanging on a nail. The Deacon jingled it as he passed. “Goes with the bell-cow,” he said, and nothing further was said of it. Jim apparently did not consider it worth quarrelling about.