mortal combat, and the
night would have cleaved him.

"Yes," says I, "and then you would of married that there night, I
suppose."

She says she would of.

"Well," says I, "mebby you would of and mebby you wouldn't of. If he
cleaved David Armstrong, that night would likely be arrested fur it."

Martha says if he was she would wait outside his dungeon keep fur years
and years, till she was a old woman with gray in her hair, and every day
they would give lingering looks at each other through the window bars.
And they would be happy thata-way. And she would get her a white dove
and train it so it would fly up to that window and take in notes to him,
and he would send notes back that-away, and they would both be awful sad
and romanceful and contented doing that-a-way fur ever and ever.

Well, I never took no stock in them mournful ways of being happy. I
couldn't of riz up to being a night fur Martha. She expected too much of
one. I thought it over fur a little spell without saying anything, and
I tried to make myself believe I would of liked all that dove business.
But it wasn't no use pertending. I knowed I would get tired of it.

"Martha," I says, "mebby these here nights is all right, and mebby they
ain't. I never seen one, and I don't know. And, mind you, I ain't saying
a word agin their way of acting. I can't say how I would of been myself,
if I had been brung up like them. But it looks to me, from some of the
things you've said about 'em, they must have a dern fool streak in 'em
somewheres."

I was kind of jealous of them nights, I guess, or I wouldn't of run 'em
down that-a-way behind their backs. But the way she was always taking on
over them was calkelated to make me see I wasn't knee-high to a duck in
Martha's mind when one of them nights popped into her head. When I run
'em down that-a-way, she says to the blind all things is blind, and if I
had any chivalry into me myself I'd of seen they wasn't jest dern fools,
but noble, and seen it easy. And she sighed, like she'd looked fur
better things from me. When I hearn her do that I felt sorry I hadn't
come up to her expectances. So I says:

"Martha, it's no use pertending I could stay in one of them jails and
keep happy at it. I got to be outdoors. But I tell you what I can do,
if it will make you feel any better. If I ever happen to run acrost this
here David Armstrong, and he is anywheres near my size, I'll lick him
fur you. And if he's too hefty fur me to