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Such things happen between men of the right sort every day, I suppose, Fleming would say so. But it was his opportunity to do it for a man who could feel and remember, and he made a friend for life right there. It is too long a story to tell, but young Gid's all right working in the city, married and happy, trusted like any other man. It wasn't in the blood, you see.
The old hunter stood, staring thoughtfully at the path before his feet, rubbing his jaw with long, supple fingers, the daze of his recent experience yet upon him. "Well, I had aimed to go right to our old cabin," he said finally. "Hit's little more than a mile to where Dawson lives, in Gid's old place in Blue Spring Holler.
Sometimes the Major, with a pretense of having business to call him away at night, would go over to old Gid's house, and together they would chuckle by the fire or nod over roasting potatoes. They talked of their days on the river, and of their nights at Natchez under the hill.
Cranceford's surrender was not as complete as Gid's fancy had fore-pictured it; he had expected to see her bundle of prejudices thrown down like Christian's load; and therefore the dignity with which she looked upon the establishment of his honor was a disappointment to him, but she invited him to stay for dinner, and this argued that her reserve could not much longer maintain itself.
While George chopped wood for the fires and boughs of small firs for bedding, Big Bill sat with a rifle across his knees just back of the prisoner. "Gid's a shifty old cuss, and I ain't taking any chances," he explained aloud to Dud. Holt was beginning to take the outrage philosophically. He sat close to a smudge and smoked his pipe. "I wouldn't either if I were you.
"I'm goin' to trust to your honesty, for I'm certain I can. Take what's right. Gid and I don't know anythin' about railroads an' what such things as you lost are worth. All we can do is to show that we mean to square things the best we can now. Gid's sorry now, Mr. Parker, he's sorry sorry sorry poor Gid!" The old man sobbed outright.
He smiled at this weakness, instilled by the negroes, but he did not recross the road until he had passed far beyond the shop. The old black mammy was lovable and affectionate, but she intimidated man with many a superstition. In old Gid's house a light was burning, and as the giant drew near, he caught a fragment of a flat-boatman's song.
The part of the statement that bore upon the length of fibre was accepted by the Major, but he laughed at the idea that Gid's care should call for reward. But so good a report was pleasing to him and he told his wife that her denunciation of the old fellow must soon be turned into praise.
The old man pointed to a witnessed scrawl a shapeless hieroglyph at the bottom of the sheet. "Gid's mark!" he sobbed. "No hands no hands any more! I feed him, I tend him like I would a baby, an' the only words he says to me now are pleasant an' brotherly words. "An' more'n that, Mr. Parker, I'm on my way down to town. I've got some errands that are sweet to do sweet an' bitter, too.
Her tone let Susan know that the question had been prompted by Jeffries. "He asked me to dine with him, and I said I would." "Have you got a nice dress dinner dress, I mean?" "The linen one I'm wearing is all. My other dress is for cooler weather." "Then I'll give you one out of stock I mean I'll borrow one for you. This dinner's a house affair, you know to get Gid's order.
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