CHAPTER XXVII.
THE CHAMPION.
A BIG wagon, with two men on the seat, appeared coming up the valley road. It was Wash Gibbs and a crony from the river. They had stopped at the distillery on their way, and were just enough under the influence of drink to be funny and reckless.
When they caught sight of Ollie Stewart and Miss Lane, Wash said something to his companion, at which both laughed uproariously. Upon reaching the couple, the wagon came to a stop, and after looking at Ollie for some moments, with the silent gravity of an owl, Gibbs turned to the young lady, "Howdy, honey. Where did you git that there? Did your paw give hit to you fer a doll baby?"
Young Stewart's face grew scarlet, but he said nothing.
"Can't hit talk?" continued Gibbs with mock interest.
Glancing at her frightened escort, the girl replied, "You drive on, Wash Gibbs. You're in no condition to talk to anyone."
An ugly leer came over the brutal face of the giant; "Oh, I ain't, ain't I? You think I'm drunk.
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