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"He's just beat the hell out of me down the road," Tusk whimpered; "an now him an' the Cunnel's goin' to town to git you 'rested." Tom's jaw dropped in utter surprise at both of these statements. "'Rested!" he cried. "What for?" "That askin' for money was blackmail blackmail, Tom! Don't forgit the word. An' it's fifty year in the pen with fishhooks in yoh tongue." "Shet up!" Tom cried again.
An' tell him, in case he ain't got it on him, to put it let's see," Tom thought a moment; "tell him to put it on the schoolhouse steps tomorrer night at nine. See? If you do that, Tusk, an' fetch the coin, I'll give you five dollars an' a new rifle; an' help you git squar', too." "Where'll I find this heah railroad feller?" Tusk was growing excited. "He's at the Cunnel's; I done told you that!"
"Dis is Thornwood!" said Uncle Jimpson eagerly, pointing with his whip up a long avenue of trees; "you can't see de house 'cause dey ain't no lights in de winders. De Cunnel's paw set dem trees out de same year he bought Carline. Lord, I certainly wuz gone on dat yaller gal!
And now as Roxby looked at him the suspicion which his kind heart had not been quick to entertain was seized upon by his alert brain. "The cunnel's been fooled somehows," he said to himself. For the look with which John Dundas contemplated the place was not the gaze of him concerned with possible investment with the problems of repair, the details of the glazier and the painter and the plasterer.
Dar dey was, fightin' right afore our eyes. De rest ob dere sogers was givin' way eb'rywhar. De Linkum sogers soon made a big rush togedder. De cunnel's hoss went down. In a minute dey was surrounded; some was killed, some wounded, an' de rest all taken, 'cept de young ossifer dat Missy S'wanee tole to win her colors.
So I says: 'Then you're under 'rrest; go back an' set on the cou'thouse steps till I come from the Cunnel's, I says. 'If you go out thar I won't stay, he says. 'You will if I asks you, Brent, I says, 'No, Jess, I'll be damned if I do, he says.
Leastwise, don't do it while you're stayin' at the Cunnel's. It ain't right to his folks, an' I won't stand for it!" "Then Tusk'd better keep away," the mountaineer grumbled. "Wall, if the Cunnel don't want him 'round, I can mighty easy give him a tip to vamoose but you let me 'tend to it, understand? Now," he chuckled, "I'd better git back an' unlock Brent from them steps!"
A hundred was the exact maximum price he and Dulany had decided on offering Potter for that little strip. "How 'bout Tom's?" "Tom's?" Brent looked down at him. "Oh, you just tell Tom to go to hell. That's the place for him." "Will I tell the Cunnel's folks to go there, too?" he asked, with unintentional sagacity. Brent hesitated; then, leaning over the saddle, put an impressive question.
"The trustee," she answered, "what sees as how we-uns goin' ter school gits shoes outen the school fund, I reckon 'twuz he said, or sumthin' that a-way. He's a-stayin' down thar by the Cunnel's, some-un says, so mebbe ye knows 'im. Not as I allow ter be beholden ter no one: but commencement's commencement!" "Why, Mrs. Owsley!" an accusing voice cried from the window.
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