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Updated: July 21, 2025
"Judkins, go to the village," she said, "and when you have learned anything definite about my riders please come to me at once." When he had gone Jane resolutely applied her mind to a number of tasks that of late had been neglected. Her father had trained her in the management of a hundred employees and the working of gardens and fields; and to keep record of the movements of cattle and riders.
The "ladies and gentlemen" having surfeited themselves at the "shabby supper table," had one more dance, in which nobody was suited with their partners, and several declared, pouting, that they would not dance at all, "because the music was so miserable;" and then they cloaked and hood-ed themselves, and the "rich" Miss Judkins rolled off in her father's carriage, much to the dissatisfaction of some of the other young ladies, who walked home with their little pinafore admirers, cutting up Miss Gertrude's party in a manner that showed they had not listened in vain to the remarks of their mammas about the parties they had attended.
He went on to the end, however, speaking for some three or four minutes, and then again he bowed. If I could only have learned that bow, I might still have been greater than Judkins with all his French. "I am very sorry," said I, "but I don't exactly follow the French language when it is spoken." "Ah! no French!" said the Arab in very broken English, "dat is one sorrow."
Judkins, of whom I hired the money, but hoped to lessen the amount if possible, in the arrangement with Wright Ray. I urged on the nephew the necessity of taking the first boat for Madison, as every hour endangered the safety of John White. Whatever was done for him must be done quickly.
"I'd forgotten time place danger. Lassiter, you're riding away. Jane's leaving Withersteen House?" "Forever," replied Jane. "I fired Withersteen House," said Lassiter. "Dyer?" questioned Venters, sharply. "I reckon where Dyer's gone there won't be any kidnappin' of girls." "Ah! I knew it. I told Judkins And Tull?" went on Venters, passionately. "Tull wasn't around when I broke loose.
He was toward the end of his omelette when a knock sounded at his door. Thinking Judkins had returned, he called, "Come in"; but instead of Judkins the opening door admitted the belligerent young man in rumpled evening clothes of the previous night.
Then Venters caught the fast rhythmic beat of pounding hoofs. Soon his keen eye recognized the swing of the rider in his saddle. "It's Judkins, your Gentile rider!" he cried. "Jane, when Judkins rides like that it means hell!" The rider thundered up and almost threw his foam-flecked horse in the sudden stop. He was a giant form, and with fearless eyes.
"Beat it," muttered Judkins, running for the gate of the farmyard. There were shrill cries of women in the house. A voice shrieking, "C'est les Boches, C'est les Boches," rose above the cackling of chickens and the clamor of guinea-hens. As they ran, they heard the rasping cries of a woman in hysterics, rending the rustling autumn night.
"We got to be in quarters at six." They were silent a moment. In the distance the guns kept up a continual tomtom sound. "Guess we'll be in that soon," said Small. Chrisfield felt a chill go down his spine. He moistened his lips with his tongue. "Guess it's hell out there," said Judkins. "War ain't no picnic." "Ah doan give a hoot in hell," said Chrisfield.
It was unusual that none of her churchmen or friends had called upon her of late; but it was neglect for which she was glad. Judkins and his boy riders had experienced no difficulty in driving the white herd. So these warm July days were free of worry, and soon Jane hoped she had passed the crisis; and for her to hope was presently to trust, and then to believe.
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