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Updated: July 18, 2025
Don't you see that we are going to have an awful blow! Begone with you and see that the cattle are all under shelter! Off, I say, or," he rode toward Bill Ezy, but the old man, exclaiming: "Yes, sir yes, sir! In coorse, sir!" ducked his head and ran off in good time.
He air a wicked cuss, he air!" "Ezra Longman saw him when he committed the murder," Young told her, watching the interest gather in the eager face. "Letts used your father's gun. That accounts for his having been accused." Tess nodded her head. "Ezy were here last night," she commented quietly. "He were sick."
Were the officers of the law waiting for him? "Ezy air home," resumed Myra rapidly, leaning tensely toward him. "He walked through the rain from Ithacy. He says as how ye air goin' to be tooked to prison. I has the brat here with me ... we air a-goin' away.... Get up, Ben. Hustle yer bones!" The blue-jeans breeches, streaked with the blood of many a fish, were drawn on in a twinkling.
The hot sun shone on her colorless hair, which was drawn back from the plain face. "Ye air a-helpin' him with Tess," Ben grunted presently. "If ye ever wants me to come to yer hut, keep yer mouth shet, and let me and Ezy fight it out. Do ye hear?" "Yep." "Then scoot home now." Myra turned, and then stopped. "Ben," she called softly again. "What be ye a-wantin' now?"
She drew back, seeing Myra's seamed face, white and drawn. "Ye be sick, Myry?" "Nope!" "Air it the brat, then?" "Nope, it air Ben Letts. He were hurt by the Brindle Bull at Kennedy's Farm. Ezy and 'Satisfied' found him near dead on the tracks and took him home." Tess stood waiting, wide-eyed, without a word.
Condiment!" "Oh, Lor', he's coming!" cried Bill Ezy, running off as fast as his age and grief would let him. "Mrs. Condiment! Mrs. Condiment!" called the voice. "Yes, sir, yes," answered the housekeeper, hurrying to obey the call. Capitola walked up and down the hall for half an hour, at the end of which Mrs.
Tessibel's clear hearing could detect an unmistakable smack from the babe. "What did ye come for, Ezy?" she asked. "Air Myry all right, and yer ma?" "Yep. I come to see ye to-day. Ben Letts says as how ye air a-goin' to marry him some time. Did ye tell him that?" "Did he tell yer that?" asked Tess, instead of answering the boy's question. "Nope.
On and on through the night sped the boat, until Myra and Ben could see the lights on the college hill. Here and there in the valley beyond, the lightning revealed a farmhouse, the inmates of which were quietly sleeping. Presently Ben spoke: "What hes Ezy been a-sayin'?" "Nothin' but that ye throwed him in the Hoghole, and tried to kill him, and that ye killed the gamekeeper."
"If I keeps Ezy away from Tess, will ye ?" "Ye air a-wantin' me to do somethin' for ye, Myry?" Ben answered, coming toward her eagerly. "Yep." "What?" "If ye'll kiss the brat when Mammy and Satisfied ain't a-lookin' " "Scoot home, I says. Scoot home," shot from Ben's lips.
Bill Ezy and the men who had escaped injury mounted guard over the prisoners. Thus they all remained until sunrise, when the Major, attended by the Deputy Sheriff and half a dozen constables, arrived. The night ride of several miles had not sufficed to modify the fury into which Old Hurricane had been thrown by the news Herbert Greyson had aroused him from sleep to communicate.
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