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Chapter X

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After breakfast I wanted to talk ssssssssss

about the dead man and guess out how ssssssssss

he come to be killed, but Jim didn't ssssssssss

want to. He said it would fetch bad ssssssssss

luck; and besides, he said, he might ssssssssss

come and ha'nt us; he said a man ssssssssss

that warn't buried was more likely to ssssssssss

go a-ha'nting around than one that ssssssssss

was planted and comfortable. That ssssssssss

sounded pretty reasonable, so I didn't ssssssssss

say no more; but I couldn't keep ssssssssss

from studying over it and wishing I ssssssssss

knowed who shot the man, and what ssssssssss

they done it for. ssssssssss

We rummaged the clothes we'd got,

and found eight dollars in silver sewed ssssssssss

up in the lining of an old blanket over- ssssssssss

coat. Jim said he reckoned the people ssssssssss

in that house stole the coat, because ssssssssss

if they'd a knowed the money was there they wouldn't a left it. I said I reckoned

they killed him, too; but Jim didn't want to talk about that. I says:

"Now you think it's bad luck; but what did you say when I fetched in the

snake-skin that I found on the top of the ridge day before yesterday? You said

it was the worst bad luck in the world to touch a snake-skin with my hands.

Well, here's your bad luck! We've raked in all this track and eight dollars be-

sides. I wish we could have some bad luck like this every day, Jim."

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