When Zekiel has him plumb devoured he turns
his eyes on Olson, sorter thankful, an' 'waits developments.
"Olson puts in the second crawfish, an' Zekiel takes him into camp
same as t'other. It's now that Olson onfurls his plot on Zekiel.
Olson drops a dozen buckshot into the jar of water. Nacherally,
Zekiel, who's got his mind all framed up touchin' crawfish, goes
after the buckshot with his fore foot. But it's different with buck-
shot; Zekiel can't pick 'em up. He tries an' tries with his honest,
simple face turned up to heaven, but he can't make it. All Zekiel
can do is feel 'em with his foot, an' roll 'em about on the bottom
of the jar.
"Now as I remarks prior, when a raccoon gets embarked that a-way, he
can't quit. He ain't arranged so he can cease. Olson, who's plumb
aware tharof, no sooner gets Zekiel started on them buckshot, than
knowin' that nacher can be relied on to play her hand out, he
sa'nters off to his wickeyup, leavin' Zekiel to his fate. Bill won't
be home till Monday, an' Olson knows that before then, onless Zekiel
is interrupted, he'll be even for that hawg Bill drops. As Olson
cones to a place in the trail where he's goin' to lose sight of
Bill's camp, he turns an' looks back.
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