head!” she says, and I see her nostrils spread and her eyes snap when she said it, too. “If I get away I sha'n't be here,” I says, “to prove these rapscallions ain't your uncles, and I couldn't do it if I _was_ here.  I could swear they was beats and bummers, that's all, though that's worth something. Well, there's others can do that better than what I can, and they're people that ain't going to be doubted as quick as I'd be.  I'll tell you how to find them.  Gimme a pencil and a piece of paper.  There--'Royal Nonesuch, Bricksville.'  Put it away, and don't lose it.  When the court wants to find out something about these two, let them send up to Bricksville and say they've got the men that played the Royal Nonesuch, and ask for some witnesses--why, you'll have that entire town down here before you can hardly wink, Miss Mary.  And they'll come a-biling, too.” I judged we had got everything fixed about right now.  So I says: “Just let the auction go right along, and don't worry.  No