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Wrissell and the Woldo family say about that, do you think?" asked Edward Henry. "Lady Woldo will never be allowed to carry it out," said Mr. Slosson. "Who's going to stop her? She must carry it out. She wants to carry it out. She's dying to carry it out. Moreover, I shall communicate it to the papers to-night unless you and I come to an arrangement.
Through the double curtain the orchestra could be faintly heard; a voice was crying, "Places." "Some Soul Kissers with this troupe, eh?" remarked Slosson, when the scampering figures had disappeared. "Yes. Bergman has made a fortune out of this kind of show. He's a friend to the 'Tired Business Man."
And so Edward Henry was steeling himself: "I'll do him in the eye for that, even if it costs me every cent I've got." Mr. Slosson, senior, heard Edward Henry's story, but seemingly did not find it quite as interesting as he had prophesied it would be. When Edward Henry had finished the old man drummed on an enormous table, and said: "Yes, yes. And then?"
There was a moment's silence broken by Carrington, who asked: "Which one of you is Slosson?" And he sprang lightly aboard the keel boat. "I'm Slosson," answered the man with the lantern. The previous night Mr.
Yancy instantly surmised that the reference was to Slosson. "I reckon I'll feel obliged to just naturally skin him," he explained. "Sho', will he let you do that?" they demanded. "He won't be consulted none. And his hide will come off easy once I get hold of him by the scruff of the neck." Yancy's speech was gentle and his lips smiling, but he meant a fair share of what he said.
He heard Slosson curse drunkenly, and a whispered word from Murrell. The two men slowly crossed the truck patch, and the boy's glance followed them, his eyes starting from his head.
Polly shook her head regretfully. "How come you in the river?" asked Cavendish. "I reckon I was throwed in. It was a man named Murrell and another man named Slosson. They tried fo' to murder me they wanted to get my nevvy I 'low they done it!" and Yancy groaned again. "You'll get him back," said Polly soothingly. "Could you-all put me asho'?" inquired Yancy, with sudden eagerness.
Nor had there been any sound to indicate that Kelly or Slosson had encountered trouble near the plantation. Now that he was in command, Overton did not allow himself to be lulled into indifference by the stillness of the dark night. A sleeping volcano might start into eruption at any moment.
He shunned the scattered farms and the infrequent settlements, for the fear was strong with him that he might be followed either by Murrell or Slosson. But as the dusk of evening crept across the land, the great woods, now peopled by strange shadows, sent him forth into the highroad.
From the bow Bunker had been observing this singular phenomenon. Suddenly he bent and roused Slosson, who had fallen asleep. The tavern-keeper sprang to his feet and Bunker pointed without speaking. "Mebby you can tell me what that light back yonder means?" cried Slosson, addressing himself to Carrington; as he spoke he snatched up his rifle.
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