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Percival's gone out of that den down the road, swearin' he'll kill San. He's drunk, and Cameron's got men out." "That 'u'd be the why of the lanterns I was seein' down by the forge. But it's black as the bowels of purgatory, your Honor, an' him a strong, wicked devil, cruel an' angry. God destroy him! If he'd tread on a poison snake! No night could be so black as his heart." "Steady, Onnie!"
"'Phone the sheriff. The man's dangerous, sir. I doctored a cut he had the other day, and he tells me he can see at night. That's a lie, of course, but he's light on his feet, and he's a devil. I've seen some rotten curs in the hospitals, but he's worse." "Really, Billy, you sound as fierce as Onnie. She wanted a gun." The handsome young man bit a lip, and his great body shook.
Yes, I suppose you'd call Jim Varian his honor's agent. The boys take care of Master San almost as well as you do." Onnie sniffed, balancing from heel to heel. "Fine care! An' Bill Varian lettin' him go romping by the poison-ivy, which God lets grow in this place like weeds in a widow's garden.
"I'll be sixteen next Easter-time, your Honor." "That's very young to leave home," he sympathized. "Who'd be doin' the like of me any hurt? I'd trample the face off his head," she laughed. "I think you could. And now what do you think of my big son?" The amazing Onnie gurgled like a child, clasping her hands.
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