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A pang of duplicity showed in her uplifted glance, yet she murmured again: "Yass'm, I promise you dat." Nevertheless, I had my doubts. A hum of voices told us my two anglers were approaching, and with Rebecca's quieting hand on the pusillanimous Robelia we drew into hiding and saw them cross the corner of a clearing and vanish again downstream. Then, hearing the coach, we went to meet it.
If any passer questions you, say I'll be right back." "Yass, madam, but, er, eh wouldn' you sooner take yo' maid, Robelia, instid?" "No, for as to dress I'll be as much of a man, when I get back, as Euonymus." "Is Euonymus gwine change dress too?" "No, these things that I take off, your wife and Robelia may divide between them." I started away but Luke lifted a hand.
Her shapely hand sought her throat-button, and finding my coat instead she turned once more to the sod, moaning, "Brother! Mingo!" "Is he Robelia?" I asked. "Come, we'll find him." Clutching my coat to her breast, she staggered up. I helped her put the coat on and sprang into the saddle. "Now mount behind me," I said, reaching for her hand; but with an anguished look: "Whah Mingo?" she asked.
"We thaynk de Lawd," Luke replied, "fo' boy an' gal alike; de good Lawd sawnt 'em bofe." "Yet extra thanks for the son wouldn't hurt." Robelia buried a sob of laughter in the nearest cushion, and as we rolled away gaped at me with a face on which a dozen flies danced and played tag. And so we went . Chester ceased reading and stood up. For Mlle. Chapdelaine was rising. All the men rose.
But Euonymus could barely hold him off from face and throat. "Turn him broadside to me!" I shouted, having come into water breast-deep. "Let me put a hole through him!" But the fugitive's only response was: "Run, Robelia! 'Ever mind me! Run! Run!" And here came Hardy across the gravel-bar, in the saddle. I aimed at him: "Stand, sir! Stand!" He hauled in and lifted the horn.
"Now, Euonymus, I judge by your being out here in the woods this time of day, idle, that you're both free, you and your sister, h'm?" "Ro' Robelia an' me? Eh, ye' yass'm, as you may say, in a manneh, yass'm." "She is your sister, is she not?" "Yass'm," clapped in Robelia, with a happy grin, and Euonymus quietly added: "Us full sisteh an' brotheh in a manneh." "Umh'm.
Another gleam of alarm and then a fine, awesome courage. Robelia stared in panic. "The nearest white mud marl in the State, Robelia, is forty miles south of here." "Is d' dat so, mist'ess?" "Yes, and so you also are travellers, Euonymus." "Trav' y' yass'm, I I reckon you mought call us trav'luz, in a manneh, yass'm." "Well, my next town is thirty miles north of " "Nawth!"
You'd better walk on for a short way in the pike before taking to the woods. Now go all night for all you're worth. Good-by." I turned abruptly. But my led horse was averse to abruptness, and all the family except the torpid Robelia poured up their blessings and rained kisses on my very feet.
Dey couldn't be noth'n' mo' rep'ehensible!" Robelia vanished. Euonymus gazed into my eyes. "May I ax you a question, mi'ss?" "You may ask if you won't tell." "Oh, I won't tell! Is you a sho' enough 'oman? Lawd, I knowd you wa'n't! No mo'n you is a man! I seen it f'om de beginnin'!" "Why, boy, what do you imagine I am?" "Oh, I don't 'magine, I knows! 'T'uz me prayed Gawd to sen' you.
Could you drive my coach, Euonymus?" "What, me, mist'ess? Why, eh, o' co'se I kin drive some, but " The soft, honest eyes, seeking Robelia's, betrayed a mental conflict. I guessed there were more than two runaways, and that Euonymus was debating whether for Robelia's sake to go with me and leave the others behind, or not. "You kin drive de coach," blurted the one-ideaed Robelia.
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