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"I will try Lankford," said he, at length, half-aloud; "he will give me work, surely." A brisk walk of some ten minutes brought him to the door of a small hatter's-shop in a retired street. Behind the counter of this shop stood an old man, busily employed in ironing a hat. There was something benevolent in his countenance and manner.
They had also a considerable sum of money in gold. It was afterward ascertained that this was the kind of money Lankford had with him. The evidence against them being thus conclusive, they were confined in the Stanford jail, but were afterward sent for trial to Danville, where the district court was in session. Here they broke jail, and succeeded in making their escape.
Did you not steal, ay, that is the word did you not steal from me the last time I employed you?" The old man was stern and energetic in his manner. "I was so wicked as to take a couple of skins, Mr. Lankford, but I did very wrong, and am willing to repay you for them, if you will give me work.
The day succeeding their departure, a report reached the neighborhood that a young gentleman of wealth from Virginia, named Lankford, had been robbed and murdered on what was then called and is still known as the "Wilderness Road," which runs through the Rock-castle hills.
Later on this country will need some people who are not dead." "You're right about that, Mr. Lankford," said Sherburne, with a little laugh, "and you, for one, although you haven't gone on the firing lines, have earned the right to live. You've done us a great service, sir." "I reckon I have," said Lankford with calm egotism, "but it was necessary for me to do it.
As Jarvis entered, he looked up, and a shade passed quickly over his face. "Good morning, Mr. Lankford," said Jarvis, bowing, with something like timidity and shame in his manner. "Are you not afraid to come here, John?" replied the old man, sternly. "I am ashamed to come, but not afraid. You will not harm me, I know." "Don't trust to that, John.
I was in liquor when I did it, and, when in liquor, I have no distinct consciousness of the evil of any action." "Give you work, indeed! O, no! John; I cannot give you another chance to rob me." "But I will not get drunk any more. And you know, Mr. Lankford, that while I was a sober man, and worked for you, I never wronged you out of a sixpence worth." "Won't get drunk any more! Ah!
John, I have lived too long in. the world, and have seen too much, to heed such promises." "But I am in earnest, Mr. Lankford. I signed the pledge this morning." "You!" in a tone of surprise. "Yes, I signed it." "Ah, John," after a pause, and shaking his head. incredulously, "I cannot credit your word, and I am sorry for it."
They emerged from the gorge and rode up a low, sloping bank which gave back but little sound to the tread of the horses, and here Lankford said that he would leave them. Sherburne reached over his gauntleted hand and gave him a powerful grasp. "We won't forget this service, Mr. Lankford," he said. "I ain't goin' to let you forget it.
Harry saw overhead a slice of dusky sky, lit by only a few stars, but it was pitchy black where he sat on his horse, and listened to his contented gurglings as he drank. He could merely make out the outlines of his comrades, but he knew that Sherburne was on one side of him and Lankford on the other.
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