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I looked at him closely. Some gesture, the suggested slant of his brows, the thin lips, reminded me of a certain "son of Ah Cum" who guided me into disaster in Canton, saying, "Mis'r Rud Kippeling he go one time befo'." "Your name?" I asked in hope of confirmation. "O Lalala," he replied, while the smile that started in his eyes was killed by his tightening lips.
When the men riders were well along the trail, Jeb motioned to Mr. Brewster that he wished to speak with him, so they permitted their horses to slow up and drop behind for a time. "Ah'm thinkin', Mis'r Brewster, thet Ah'll have to give notice that Ah'm quittin' your ranch. Not what Ah've got any kick comin' about the fam'ly thar never w'ar a nicer one. But Ah've got ta save mahself."
"When dey was partin', he says, says he, `Mis'r Amstrung, you mus' promise me not to 'tempt to meet my darter before leaving. I know'd, by de long silence and den by de way he speak dat Massa Lawrence no like dat, but at last he says, says he, `Well, kurnel, I do promise dat I'll make no 'tempt to meet wid her, an' den he hoed away. Now, Quashy, what you t'ink ob all dat?"
"But I feel sure I can be of help to Jeb as well as to you, John," insisted Tom. "No, Mis'r Tom. It's all over," sighed Jeb, in a funereal tone. "Ah've made up mah mind to take the med'cine, er beat it!" With that, Jeb spurred his horse on and joined his master, leaving John to merely hint at the great trouble that almost disrupted the household at Pebbly Pit.
"Oh! he beliebed it, an' he says, says he, `I's griebed to hear it, Mis'r Amstrung, an' ob course you cannot 'spect me to gib my consent to my darter marryin' a beggar! O Quash, w'en I hears dat I bu'sted a'most! I do beliebe if I'd bin 'longside o' dat kurnel at dat momint I hab gib him a most horrible smack in de face." "De skownril!" muttered Quashy between his clenched teeth.
Still, the whites of his eyes, his shining teeth, and the gold lace of his livery had a startling effect in the darkness, and Aurelia wished he would move away; but he was evidently waiting for her, and when she came near he addressed her thus, "Mis'r Belamour present compliment, and would Miss Delavie be good enough to honour him with her company for a short visit?"
As if the very discovery that he was superior in that way, to the senseless shale all about him, made him master of the situation, so he smiled and patiently waited. "'Cuz Ah knows Polly and Miss Nolla'll get word to Mis'r Brews'er an' he'll know what to do fer us." So he sat and waited. It's all well enough to say, "Oh, he wouldn't do anything else. Any one could have waited!"
"Jeb!" gasped Sam Brewster in unbelief. "You couldn't leave us! Why, man, you're one of the family." "Yeh, Ah knows all that, Mis'r Brewster, but Ah jus' dasent stay where a female badgers my peace o' mind." "Tell me what is wrong, Jeb, and Ah'll fix it if Ah can," anxiously promised Sam Brewster. Jeb gazed wildly about for some one to explain for him, and in gazing, his eye rested on John.
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