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Hatchie then jumped up in the water, and produced the splash which had deceived his pursuers. With much difficulty the mulatto had propelled the log beyond the reach of the current into comparatively still water. Here he remained quietly on the log, using only sufficient exertion to avoid the current, until he was satisfied that Jaspar and his companion had departed from the bank.
"But where is Henry Captain Carroll is he safe?" "All safe, ma'am; the catamounts have not been in his room," replied Jerry Swinger. "Cheer up, ma'am; it mought have been worse." "Let us carry this carrion from the house," said Hatchie, seizing the prostrate Vernon in no gentle gripe. "Let us fasten him to a tree, and I will not take my eye from him or the lawyer till both are hung."
"Ay, stranger, there is one that sometimes helps the poor folks about here." "Then, Hatchie, you can go for him." "Stop a little! The doctor is an oncommon strange man, and lives on an island down the bend." "I will go for him," said Hatchie. "I dar say; but whar you gwine? that's the pint. Nobody can find the way that warn't there before. My son, Jim, will soon be here."
Seating himself behind a heap of merchandise, Hatchie proceeded to examine the pistols by the light of a lantern which Pat had borrowed from the sleeping engineers. The pistols were of the common pattern used in duelling. Two of the three were mates; and Hatchie discovered, on examination, that neither of them were loaded with ball.
The corpse of Hatchie was nowhere to be found, though they paddled about the river an hour in search of it, not that the body of the mulatto was of any consequence, but in the hope of obtaining the precious will. Here was a contingency for which Jaspar was wholly unprepared. The original signature of the will was not now available, and they must trust to luck for accuracy in signing the false one.
"Miss Emily," said Jaspar, in a tone of unwonted softness, "I am sorry to say that your father's favorite servant met with a sad mishap last night, of which I intended to have informed you before, but have not had an opportunity." Emily's cheek again blanched, as she saw all hope in this quarter cut off. "Poor Hatchie!" said she, as calmly as her excited feelings would permit.
He had come in on my right flank from the direction of the Hatchie River, pell-mell with our picket-post stationed about three miles out on the Ripley road.
I would your ball had found the villain's heart, if he has one. But Vernon is the most dangerous man a more accomplished villain." "Vernon," said Henry, musing; "he was Maxwell's second." "Yes. That duel was a plot to murder you." "How so?" Hatchie explained the plan of Vernon, which had been rendered futile by his precaution.
I will see that all the servants have retired," said Jaspar, pushing his confederate into an adjoining apartment. A light pull at the bell-rope brought to the library the body-servant of the late planter. This "boy," who was known by the name of Hatchie, was a mulatto. He was about forty years of age, and, having never been reduced to labor in the cane-fields, bore his age remarkably well.
The courage of the vanquished seemed entirely to have oozed out, and they remained doggedly considering the new state of things. Hatchie bent over his fallen foe, and, drawing from his pocket the revolver and bowie-knife which rendered him a formidable person, he loosed his firm hold of him, as if it was an acknowledgment of weakness to hold him longer a close prisoner.
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