Then he threw his chin into the air and squinted. "Quiller," he piped, with the long echo still whining in his throat, "that whistle fooled you an' it fooled Jud, but it would n't fool a Bob White with the shell on its back. When the old bird hears it, she don't wait to see the long shadow travellin' on the grass, but she hollers, 'Into the weeds, boys, if you want to save your bacon.' An' you ought to see the little codgers scatter. Let it be a lesson to you, Quiller, my laddiebuck; when you hear that whistle, light out for the tall timber. When you 're a fightin' the devil, half the winnin' 's in the runnin'."
Then he opened his great cavernous mouth and began to bellow,
"Ho! ho! for the carrion crow,
But hark to the sqawk of the carrion hawk,"
gathered up his reins and set out after the drove in a hand gallop, all doubled over in his blue coat.
I got El Mahdi into the road and we went swinging down the hill. I had a light flashed into the deeps of Woodford, and I saw dimly
