II THE CATER-CORNERED SEX
III A SHORT NATURAL HISTORY
IV IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN TO-MORROW
V THE RAVELIN' WOLF
VI "WORTH 10,000"
VII MR. LOBEL'S APOPLEXY
VIII ALAS, THE POOR WHIFFLETIT!
IX PLENTIFUL VALLEY
X A TALE OF WET DAYS
he sun slid down behind the trees of Eden's swamp lot; the heat waves of a blistering hot day still dancing their devil's dance down the road like wriggling circumflexes to accent a false promise of coolness off there in the distance; the ominous emptiness of the landscape; the brooding quiet, cut through only by the frogs and the dry flies tuning up for their evening concert; the bandannaed negress wrangling at the weeds with her hoe blade inside the rail fence; and, half sheltered within the lintels of the office doorway of his mill, Dudley Stackpole, a slim, still figure, watching up the crossroad for the coming of his adversaries.
But the adversaries did not come from up the road as they had advertised they would. That declaration on their part had been a trick and device, cockered up in the hope of taking the foe by surprise and from the rear. In a canvas-covered wagon--moving wagons, we used to call them in Red Gravel County--they left their house half an hour or so before the time set by them fo