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I felt that Etheredge had already stirred in his own coloring, but I told the story of the tragedy just as I had told it to the old man; and I had gathered rein to resume my journey when a man rode up. "I'm going back to town!" he shouted, waving his hand to a man who stood in the door of the wagon-maker's shop. I rode on and he came up beside me. "Are you Mr.
Say, you seem to blame me for the interest I am taking in this affair. Have you stopped to think of the interest you are taking in it? Jucklin's no relation of yours and probably never will be. Did you hear what I said? Probably never will be." "Unfortunately I haven't an apple tree sprout with me to-day, Mr. Etheredge." "And it's a good thing for you that you haven't.
So I waited in the road not far from Doc Etheredge's, waited a long time and at last I heard some one coming on a horse. I didn't hide; I stood in the middle of the road. A man came up, but it wasn't him; it was Etheredge. He spoke to me, asked me good-naturedly why I was standing there, and I told him that I was waiting for a dog that I wanted to kill.
It is little wonder that the Merry Monarch, the fastidious voluptuary, with his nice discernment in women, should have checked in his long stride, and halted a moment in consternation. "Lord!" was his wry comment to Etheredge, who was beside him. "They've brought me a bat, not a woman." But if she lacked beauty, she was well cowered, and Charles was in desperate need of money.
Doc Etheredge, out here, is his cousin, and old man Etheredge owned nearly a hundred and fifty negroes at one time. But when that girl stands up at the altar to marry some one else, they will find me there putting in my protest." When we reached home I found Guinea sitting under a tree, reading, and I had joined her when the old man called me.
Oh, about certain sorts of books he does, books with skeletons in them, but knowing all about skeletons don't make a man interesting to a woman. I have read enough to find that out. Why, I have more than held my own with men that are well up in special books have held my own with all except that fellow Stuart. Now there's Etheredge, that I told you about one day kin to Dan Stuart.
I turned to Etheredge and pointed to the door. "I must respect your wish," he said, speaking to me. "I've an engagement with you you are to be my guest," and without another word he strode away. I remained with Alf as long as the jailer thought it prudent to let me stay, and then I went about the town to gather its sentiment.
"By jings, jest say that again. That ought to settle it right now, hah? Stay with 'em till they git through, and you'll find us waitin' for you when you git back." I nodded, waved my hand at him and galloped away, and from a hill-top I looked back and saw him still standing there in the road. Parker caught up with me and we in turn overtook a man whom I did not care to encounter Etheredge.
He's an old lion-tamer, I tell you, and if I had any interest in that fellow Etheredge I'd advise him to walk pretty straight. But the old man has quieted down mightily of late years." Alf had undergone no change. He was glad to know that Conkwright took an interest in him, but he shook his head when I told him that we were sure to win.
Etheredge, fine physician, but what has he done? No, I'm going to a city, north, I think." He stayed to supper and this angered me, for I had set my heart on walking to the General's house with Guinea. Alf had not returned and we wondered whither he could have gone.
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