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Show page 215 armpits, his scalp under his bushy head of hair, even his heavy black mustache. Since leaving Miss L i l l i e , by mutual agreement, Willie had lived in a shanty near t h e - r i v e r , running trot l i n e s , selling his catch to Childers & Puckett market in town. One night two sawmill workers raided his lines. Willie h i t them both with his boat hook, left them f l o a t i n g in the river. "The meanest thing in the world is for someone to steal from a poor man," Miss L i l l i e had observed, watching Willie leave for prison. She had pressed ten dollars in Willie's hand, for prison tobacco and things. "The sheriff thinks Willie'11 head for his old shanty," Miss L i l l i e said. She cocked her head in a listening position. "I don't think so." She sipped her coffee. "Yes, I don't think so. He may come here." "We don't need him h e r e , " said Hutch. "He'llnead food and clothing," Miss L i l l i e said. "Willie liked i t here." " I ' l l put the parrot on the back porch," Hutch suggested. "He'll let us know i f Willie shows." Miss L i l l i e expected something like this from Hutch. "Willie might sack him and eat him," she said. "I'm getting a dog tonight, a pointer, from Old Man Wilkey. It will be safer to have a dog." Hutch nodded. "When I was a boy we kept good dogs around our place." "Uncle Jack has the best dogs around here," Miss L i l l i e said. "I want to put Jack down at the field meet. He keeps praising eversE&Ellg -tie uwu-fly^e-st of t h i s , best of t h a t , everything the |