"Son, this ain't no time for talkin' shells to Mister
Jodie. He worried. Mister Jodie, I hears 'em comin'!"
"Yeah! It's them!"
Both Shoogie and I ran to the window. "Oh, Papa! Look
a-yonder! Look comin'!" Papa didn't come.
"Come see, Papa! It's a big gang of men and horses just
a-galloping and kicking up dust! Look how fast they're coming up
the hill! Mister Wes is in the buggy with a town man! There's
Uncle Dan! And Mister Goode! Just ever'body!"
Papa still didn't come. I didn't have time to turn around to
see what he was doing. I knew he could hear me!
"The automobile! Papa, Wiley's making it go! Him and Doctor
Elton! Grandpa's on it! Papa, how come all that smoke's boiling
outta the back end? Is it gonna burn up?"
Papa wouldn't answer. And he didn't know what he was missing!
The saddle horses and the men and the smoke and Mister Wes's
buggy were all getting mixed up together! And Wiley was heading
the automobile straight for the porch! And Doctor Elton and
Grandpa Thad were both grabbing the wheel! And Old Man Hawk was
standing up in his wagon, waving his arms and Nellie's reins and
making her run way down toward the branch!
"Papa?" I turned around to see what on earth Papa was doing.
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