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As to the negroes, who were quick to understand the situation, they would have danced and shouted for joy had they not known that such a demonstration would be displeasing to their young master; so they contented themselves with bringing forward one of their number, who bared his brawny shoulder, and by the action called Marcy's attention to a long ugly-looking welt that had been left there by a blow from the overseer's raw-hide.
Gone in love, I suppose, eh? or been speculating on the Stock Exchange? You shouldn't, you know, a respectable man like you." "He looks as if he'd been speculating in mud," said Mr Medlock, pointing to the unfortunate overseer's collar and hat, which still bore traces of his recent calamity. "Never mind; we'll wash it off in the Bodega. Come along."
A huddled frightened gang soon collected, Aun' Jinkey among them so scared she could not speak. "Marse Perkins ought to know 'bout dis," cried Jute. The suggestion was enough. The whole terror-stricken throng rushed in a body to the overseer's cottage and began calling and shrieking, "Come out yere! come out yere!"
With eager and obsequious "Yes, Mas'rs" they obeyed the overseer's objurgatory indications as to their disposition. There next arose above the landing the head of a white man a countenance of sullen ferocity, with a great scar running across it, and framed in elf locks of staring red.
Since the hour in which she had left the overseer's cottage and moved into the "big house" at Jordan's Journey, the appealing little lady had been the dominant influence in her life an influence so soft and yet so overpowering that she had at times a sensation of being smothered in scented swansdown.
Satan dropped obediently, but when the gun was lifted again, Satan rose again, and again he begged. "Down, I tell you!" This time Satan would not down, but sat begging for his life. The boy turned. "Papa, I can't shoot that dog." Perhaps Satan had reached the stern old overseer's heart. Perhaps he remembered suddenly that it was Christmas. At any rate, he said gruffly: "Well, let him go."
The overseer's house had its proportionate staff of nine domestics with two seamstresses added, and it was also headquarters both for the nursing corps and a group engaged in minor industrial pursuits.
While Mastor was giving his master towels, and helping to dry and dress him, he was far less attentive than usual, for he could not get the words he had heard from the overseer's lips out of his mind.
Creighton's manner became a shade less brusque as he took the hand Ricky held out to him. "I might have known that no professional could get that look," he said. "Then this isn't your place?" Mr. Holmes said to Charity after he had greeted the Ralestones. "Mine? Goodness no! I rent the old overseer's house. Pirate's Haven is Ralestone property." "Pirate's Haven."
In vain I objected, that I could not, by the mere view of the soil, without digging a large trench in the direction of the vein, judge of the existence of the mine; I was compelled to yield to the desire of my hosts. For twenty years past the overseer's waistcoat had been the subject of conversation in the country.
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