Part 43 (2/2)
”He was so excited he didn't say. And, dolt that I am, I didn't have gumption enough to ask him. Anyhow, him and Hal Goode and three or four more want me and you to go with them to get Ned. They'll be here any time now.”
”We'll stop them! I figure myself that Ned might've done it, but we don't know it for a fact! And we can't let him get killed just 'cause of some notion Old Man Hawk's got!”
”No! Hawk's in his second childhood! Besides, I don't believe it was Ned.”
”How come Wes Bailey says I had anything to do with the killing?”
”Jodie, all I know is that he took off for town before daylight! Lida Belle told my wife he went to get the sheriff to arrest you! Why, I can't imagine.”
”I wouldn't 've thought it of Wes. He knows me better'n that!”
”I tell you what, Jodie: whoever gets here first, you keep them in the store as long as you can, while I go to warn Ned. If it's Wes and the sheriff, get Wes to talking; get him wound up.
Mention the old feud or something to set him off! Then, quick as I get back, I'll set Wes and the sheriff straight. If Old Man Hawk comes in first, ask him about his mule! Get his mind on Nellie, and he'll forget all about Ned.”
”I'll do the best I can.”
”Try anything to stall them. I'll hurry across the creek and tell Ned he'd better hide. I'm not worried about you, Jodie. But Hawk may try to kill Ned!”
”Yeah, he might! He's just crazy enough for something like that!”
”I wish to Heaven I knew how to run a automobile! I'd get Ophelia to let me borrow Ward's! Then I could rush Ned off somewhere!”
Wiley threw down my pasteboard chair and scrambled to his feet. ”I can run it, Doctor Elton!”
”You knocked over all my beds and chairs, Wiley!”
He wouldn't listen, much less come back and help me. I had to straighten up my whole playhouse by myself.
”Wiley! Son, I thought you'd left already! You-”
”Papa, 'member I watched that Mister Hicks driving last summer? I know 'zactly which pedals to pus.h.!.+”
”Jodie, let him go! If he can show me how to do the foot work, why, I can sure keep the thing in the road! It might save Ned's life!”
”All right! Son, you can go. But you be mighty careful!”
”Hot diggity!” Wiley started running toward the front door.
”No, Wiley, not that way! Through the back here. My buggy's behind the store.”
Wiley slammed the door as they rushed out.
It wasn't half a minute before Doctor Elton stuck his head back inside. ”Hey, Jodie, what if the thing ain't got enough gasoline in it? What'll I do?”
”Lord, I don't know. Reckon coal oil would work?”
”It might. Pump me up a few gallons. I'll take it, just in case.”
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