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Updated: May 1, 2025
"Lie down up dar, en I han' you Chunk's supper. He gits his'n at de big house. You's got ter play possum right smart, mars'r, or you git cotched. Den we cotch it, too. You 'speck I doan know de resk Chunk en me tookin?" "Forgive me, Aunt Jinkey. But your troubles will soon be over and you be as free as I am."
It was a sham one on the part of Zany, as the girl well knew, for Chunk's "tootin'" was missed terribly. Mr. and Mrs. Baron at first refused point-blank to hear of his returning. "Uncle," said his ward gravely, "is only your property at stake? I can manage Chunk, and through him perhaps get others.
Her fear of spooks was so great that her impulse was to run away with Chunk as far from that haunted plantation as he would take her. Trembling like a wind-shaken leaf, she stole into the garden shrubbery and whispered, "Chunk?" "Hi! yere I is." There was no tantalizing coquetry in Zany's manner now. In a moment she was in Chunk's arms sobbing, "Tek me way off fum dis place.
Chunk's words had brought her to a darkening forest and her dead lover, and there she stayed. Seeing how unconscious she was Aun' Jinkey whispered enough in explanation to enable Mrs. Waldo to comprehend the girl's condition. "We must make her sleep," said the lady decisively, and under her wise ministrations the stricken girl soon looked almost as if she were dead.
"Lieutenant Scoville dead!" exclaimed Mrs. Whately looking shocked and sad. "Yes, so Chunk told his granny." Mrs. Whately was troubled indeed. Perhaps there had been much more than she had suspected. If so, this fact would account for the girl's extreme prostration. To bring these tidings might have been one of Chunk's chief motives in venturing on his brief visit.
The old woman had put guile into her pipe as well as tobacco, and she hoped its smoke would blind suspicious eyes if any were hunting for a stray Yankee. Chunk's pone and bacon had been put near the fire to keep warm, and Scoville looked at the viands longingly. At last he ventured to whisper, "Aun' Jinkey, I am as hungry as a wolf." "Hesh!" said the old woman softly.
Above all, he was in favor with the "head Linkum man," and Zany belonged to that class ever ready to greet the rising sun. While all this was true, she could not be herself and abandon her coquettish impulses and disposition to tease. She came slowly from the dining-room and looked over Chunk's head as if she could not see him.
"Haven't you negroes that you can trust to take the stock off into the woods for concealment?" "After Chunk's rascality I won't trust any of them." "Well, I shall adopt that plan at our place this morning, and leave as little of value within reach as I can help." By a sort of tacit agreement it was thought best not to say anything to Miss Lou except as Mrs.
Zany, wakeful and shivering with nameless dread, was startled by the sound. Listening intently, she soon believed she detected a note that was Chunk's and not a bird's. Her first impression was that her lover had discovered that he could not go finally away without her and so had returned.
"We'll talk it over to-morrow, nephew," said Mr. Baron. "Of course as guardian I must adopt the best and safest plan." Chunk's ears were long if he was short, and in waiting on a soldier near the window he caught the purport of this conversation.
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