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Uncle Jeb started, they all started in fact, but Ol' Pop seemed oblivious of their evident surprise. Taking a fresh hold with his elbow he continued on, as though his recent statement was nothing extraordinary.
"Ter begin with," he said, "I noticed as how Ollie took ter actin' peculiar-like fer quite a spell back. He kept a-askin' me if I wuz makin' much money 'n if I saved much afore I run the Inn. I'd ketch him every so often lookin' at me funny, but I didn' let myself think much 'bout it. Then, I wuz taken with thet pesky red fever or whatever durn name they give it. Wa-al, when he hears the Doctor say I wuz gittin' better 'n cud git out in a few days, I caught him a-lookin' at me right nasty. After he gits supper he sits aroun' agin eyein' me, 'n it makes me feel so creepy, I go up ter my room ter git clean away frum him. I'm a-sittin' in a rockin' chair a-thinkin' 'bout it and wonderin' what in Sam Hill's got in ter him. Thar I sit, rockin' back 'n forth by the winder when I happens ter hear the door creak. I turn quick and the door is openin' slowly, until finally it's wide-open. Thar in the doorway stands Ollie, with thet silly grin what he's hed on him lately. Not only hez he the grin, but also a gun, which he's a-pointin' at me, and a rope.