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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Well, he'd sure get it, and get it proper in this camp," declared Lee; and at that moment, as if his words had been a challenge, the flaps of the great tent were thrust aside, and Runnion half led, half threw a man into the open space before the bar. "Let's have a look at you," he panted. "Well, if it ain't a nigger!"
It was just one chance, and if he was wrong, no matter; the others would leave on the next up-river steamer; whereas, if his suspicion proved a certainty, if Stark had lied to throw them off the track, and Runnion had taken her down-stream well, Poleon wished no one to hinder him, for he would travel light. The boat WAS gone!
As Runnion fired he sprang out and was into the water to his knees, his backward kick whirling the craft from underneath him out into the current, where the river seized it. He had risen and jumped all in one moment, launching himself at the shore like a panther. The gun roared again, but Poleon came up and on with the rush of the great, brown grizzly that no missile can stop.
Poleon looked him over carefully, and made up his mind that the man was more injured in spirit than in body, for, outside of his battered muscles, he showed no fatal symptoms. Although the voyageur was slower to anger than a child, a grudge never died in him, and his simple, self-taught creed knew no forgiveness for such men as Runnion, cherished no mercy for preying men or beasts.
Will you repeat the mistake of your fathers, who sinned ignorantly? or will you profit by the blood-bought wisdom all round you, and forever expel every vestige of the old abomination from our national borders? As you members of the Thirty-ninth Congress decide, will the country be peaceful, united, and happy, or troubled, divided, and miserable. THE NEGRO EXODUS by James B. Runnion
"Huh! What's the matter with you? It was all your doing." "I know it was, but I didn't aim it at her. I wanted that ground next to Lee's, and I wanted to throw a jolt into Old Man Gale. I couldn't let the girl stand in my way; but now that it's over, I'm willing to be friends with her." "Me, too," said Runnion, looking after Necia as her figure diminished up the street. "By Heaven!
"It was a wondrous combat," he declared, with all the spirit of a spectator, "for Poleon advanced bare-handed and beat him down even as the man fired into his face. It is due to the goodness and mercy of God that he was spared a single wound from this desperado a miracle vouchsafed because of his clean heart and his righteous cause." "But where is Runnion?" broke in Burrell.
"Never mind, old man, I'll bring her back," said Burrell, and laid a comforting hand on Gale's shoulder, for the fact that she was safe, the fact of knowing something relieved him immensely; but Stark's next words plunged him into even blacker horror than the trader felt. "You won't want her if you catch her. Runnion will see to that." "Runnion!" "Yes, I sent him with her."
"A bad man can't hold a good woman; he can win one easy enough, but he can't keep her. I know!" "Nobody but a fool would want to keep one," Runnion replied, "specially a squaw." "She's just woke up to the fact that she is a squaw and isn't as good as white. She's worried." "I'll lay you a little eight to five that Burrell has thrown her down," chuckled Runnion. "I never thought of that.
You saved our Necia, and you will be rewarded. As to this this man Runnion, we must find him, and he must be sent out of the country; this new, clean land of ours is no place for such as he. You will be our pilot, Poleon, and guide us to the spot."
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