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"I rode out to the Hill to say good-by to Hannibal and to you, but they said you were here and that the trial was today." Captain Murrell, with Crenshaw and the squire, came from the house, and Murrell's swarthy face lit up at sight of the girl. Yancy, sensible of the gulf that yawned between himself and what was known as "the quality," would have yielded his place, but Betty detained him.
Crenshaw said he knew a place to hide him, and he gathered him under his arms, and I by his feet, and conveyed him to a deep crevice in the brow of the precipice, and tumbled him into it, and he went out of sight; we then tumbled in his saddle, and took his horse with us, which was worth two hundred dollars.
John; the old general used to spend a heap on the Barony and we all know he never got a cent back, so I reckon the money's there yet. "Bladen's got an answer from them South Carolina Quintards, and they don't know nothing about the boy," said Crenshaw, changing the subject. "So you can rest easy, Bob; they ain't going to want him." "Well, sir, that surely is a passel of comfort to me.
When we reached headquarters the lad said, "Do you gentlemen want me any more?" We did not. Then we gave him the bottle of whisky and he disappeared round the corner. "Now you are safe," said Crenshaw. "Make tracks." But as I turned away and out of sight I began to consider the situation.
Harleston," Marston answered. "Good-night, sir and pleasant dreams. Come on, Crenshaw." "Three ... four ..." Crenshaw made a gesture of final threat. "Meddler!" he exclaimed. Then he followed the other two. Harleston lay for a few minutes, brows drawn in thought; then he arose, crossed to the telephone, and took down the receiver. "Good-morning, Miss Williams," he said. "Has it been a long night?"
"I reckon his next move will be to send a posse of gun-toters up from Fayetteville," said the squire. "That's just what he'll do," agreed Crenshaw, and looked disturbed. "They certainly air an unpeaceable lot them Fayetteville folks!
Crenshaw. It was Joe, the general's body servant, and when I'd shook hands with him I said, 'When's the master expected back? You see, I thought Joe had been sent on ahead to open the house, but he says, 'General Quintard's at the Barony now, and then he says, 'The general's compliments, sir, and will you see that this order is filled? Well, Mr.
He smiled somewhat chillily, it must be admitted and whispered, his speaking voice being shut off by the garrote. "The quicker you look, the sooner I shall, I hope, be released from this rather uncomfortable position." "Good eye!" said Crenshaw. "You're a reasonable man, Mr. Harleston, it's a pleasure to do business with you." "Proceed!" Harleston whispered.
There was life here then, sir; the place was alive with niggers and the house full of guests from one month's end to another." He drummed on the desktop. "Who'd a thought it wa'n't to last for ever!" "And what became of the daughter who married Turberville?" "Died years ago," said Crenshaw. "She was here the last time about thirty years back.
As I got shut of the town the stage come in and I seen one passenger, a woman. Now that mule is slow, Mr. John; I'm free to say there are faster mules, but a set of harness never went acrost the back of a slower critter than that one of mine." Yancy, who thus far had addressed himself to Mr. Crenshaw, now turned to Bladen.
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