"Le's go an' git in them but'nuts." He paid no attention to our visitors--neither did my aunt, who followed us.

The two men talked together a moment, unhitched their horses, got into their buggies and drove away.

The great red rooster had stood on the fence eying them.

As they turned their horses and drove slowly toward the gate, he clapped his wings and crowed lustily.
"Give it to 'em, ol' Dick," said Uncle Peabody with a clap of his hands.
"Tell 'em what ye think of 'em." At last the Dunkelbergs had fallen--the legendary, incomparable Dunkelbergs! "Wal, I'm surprised at Mr.Horace Dunkelberg tryin' to come it over us like that--ayes! I be," said Aunt Deel.
"Wal, I ain't," said Uncle Peabody.

"Ol' Grimshaw has got him under his thumb--that's what's the matter.