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You're on our lan', does you know dat? Now you git off, right soon." The officer of the law retreated as far as he could into the boat. "You thought Cunnel Blount was all 'lone in bed, too weak to move, didn't you?" resumed Bill. "Why, blame you, you couldn't 'rest Colonel Calvin Blount, not if he was daid! Go 'long dah, now!"
"Shore," drawled Larry. "By Heaven! I knew you would," declared Neale, excitedly, and he clenched his fist. "Did you you kill some one?" "Pard, I reckon he's daid," mused the cowboy. "I didn't look to see.... Fust gun I've throwed fer long.... It 'll come back now, shorer 'n hell!" "What 'll come back?" queried Neale. Larry did not answer this. "Who'd you shoot?" Neale went on.
Mars Wes'cote daid, suh." "That's my friend, the general!" exclaimed Billy, leaping from his chair. "Mose, you fool nigger, why don't you ask the general to come in?" he whispered fiercely; then, as befitted the master of the house, he walked straight out into the hall, small hand outstretched, welcoming his guest as he had seen his father receive a stranger of distinction.
"But dis yere lodge is gwine have a more 'portant puppose 'en jes' to fune'lize de daid," protested Sister Eldora. "We aims to do somethin' fur de livin' whilst yet dey's still alive. Curious you ain't tuck notice of de signs of de times ez dey's been expounded 'mongst de people by Doct' Duvall. He sho' kin 'splain things in a way to mek you a true believer."
Scipio, the Major's body-servant, had grown gray in the Dabney service, and he was well used to the master's storm periods. "Doan' you trouble yo'se'f none erbout dat, Mis' Juliet. Mawstuh Majah tekkin' hit mighty hawd 'cause Mawstuh Louis done daid.
That war, when they had the open shot at Slater.... Wal, I bored Bill Isbel right through his middle. He dropped his rifle an', all bent double, he fooled around in a circle till he flopped over the Rim. I reckon he's layin' right up there somewhere below that daid spruce. I'd shore like to see him." "I Wal, you'd be as crazy as Queen if you tried thet," declared Somers.
"Perkins shoot at en try ter kill Marse Scoville," she had whispered to her cronies, "en now he daid he spook comin' yere ter hant de oberseer. We neber hab no quiet nights till dat ar Perkins go way fer good." This rational explanation passed from lip to lip and was generally accepted. The coming night was looked forward to in deep apprehension, and by none more than by Perkins.
She watched the old woman unfold the coverings, and she saw the form of a sleeping new-born baby exposed to the heat and light of the fire. She tried to say something, to get control of herself, but she only succeeded in bending nearer the apparition. "Zalie she cum las' night like I told you she would. She's daid now Zalie is.
"'Oh, my Gawd, he's daid, he's daid! wailed the brother, but with blazing eyes he brought his captive into the centre of the group, and we saw in the full light the scratched face of Tom Skinner the worst white ruffian in the town but the face we saw was not as we were accustomed to see it, merely smeared with dirt. It was blackened to imitate a Negro's.
I reckon the killin' of Daggs an' then the awful way Greaves was cut up by Jean Isbel took all the fight out of your dad. He said to me, 'Colter, we'll take Ellen an' leave this heah country an' begin life all over again where no one knows us." "Oh, did he really say that? ... Did he really mean it?" murmured Ellen, with a sob. "I'll swear it by the memory of my daid mother," protested Colter.
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