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How do you know they haven't spent the night at some neighbor's?" "The nearest neighbor is five or six miles distant. Miss Malroy and Hannibal were seen along about dusk in the grounds at Belle Plain, do you mean to tell me you consider it likely that they set out on foot at that hour, and without a word to any one, to make a visit?" inquired the judge; but Mahaffy did not contend for this point.
"Every one said we would better talk with you, Mr. Yancy, and we were hoping to meet you as we came along," supplemented Miss Malroy, and her words of flattery were wafted to him with so sweet a smile that Yancy instantly capitulated. "I reckon you-all can count on my nevvy," he said.
I'll hang round here until that's attended to." That afternoon Judge Price walked out to Belle Plain. Solomon Mahaffy had known that this was a civility Betty Malroy could by no means escape. He had been conscious of the judge's purpose from the moment it existed in the germ state, and he had striven to divert him, but his striving had been in vain, for though the judge valued Mr.
"There you go, Price, as usual, trying to convince yourself that you are the center of everything!" he said, in a tone of much exasperation. "Let's get down to business! What does this man Hicks mean by hinting at suicide? You saw Miss Malroy yesterday?" "You have put your finger on a point of some significance," said the judge.
She had been quite as much surprised by her act as Charley himself. In the yard, Carrington was waiting for her. Jeff had just brought up Norton's horse, and though he made no display of weapons, the Kentuckian had fully armed himself. "I am going to ride to Belle Plain with you, Miss Malroy," he said, as he lifted her into her saddle.
"I suppose Mr. Ware asked you to keep an eye on Miss Malroy while he was away from home?" said the judge. Hicks, suspicious of the drift of his questioning, made no answer. "I suppose you told the house servants to keep her under observation?" continued the judge. "I don't talk to no niggers," replied Hicks, "except to give 'em my orders." "Well, did you give them that order?" "No, I didn't."
I was thinking of the flatboats that have already been hurt by the steamers," he replied. Now to the western mind the river-men typified all that was reckless and wild. It was their carousals that gave an evil repute to such towns as Natchez. But this particular river-man looked harmless. "Carrington is my name, Miss Malroy," he added.
He permitted an interval of silence to elapse in which Hicks' glance slid round in a furtive circle. "When did Mr. Ware set out for Memphis?" asked the judge at length. "Early yesterday. He goes there pretty often on business." "You talked with Mr. Ware before he left?" Hicks nodded. "Did he speak of Miss Malroy?" Hicks shook his head. "Did you see her during the afternoon?"
At sight of the girl, with her wind-blown halo of bright hair, he paused uncertainly. By a gesture Betty called him to her side. "How is Mr. Norton?" she asked, extending her hand. "The doctor says he'll be up and about inside of a week, anyhow, Miss Malroy," said Carrington. Betty gave a great sigh of relief. "Then his hurts are not serious?"
She rarely forgot that she was the mistress of Belle Plain and a Malroy.
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