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Judith had certainly vindicated the sincerity of her convictions regarding the importance of family, inasmuch as in marrying Ferris she had married her own second cousin. She nestled her chin a little closer in her palms. She remembered that they had differed seriously over Mr. Yancy's defiance, of the law as it was supposed to be lodged in the sacred person of Mr.
Yancy's ranch-house stood on the bank of a fine stream which purled in keen defiance of the hot sun over a gravel bed, so near to the mountain snows that their coolness still lingered in the ripples.
John, I mean Christmas," objected Yancy. "Oh, very well, he means Christmas then!" said Crenshaw. "The evening befo', it was, and I'd gone to Fayetteville to get my Christmas fixin's; there was right much rain and some snow falling." Mr. Yancy's guiding light was clearly accuracy. "Just at sundown I hooked up that blind mule of mine to the cart and started fo' home.
Through this land of color, of repose, of romance, the young traveler rode, drinking deep of the germless air, feeling that the girl behind him was a wondrous part of this wild and unaccountable country. He had no chance to study her face again till the coach rolled down the hill to "Yancy's," where they were to take dinner and change horses.
An instant later Betty and Hannibal stood on the raft with the little Cavendishes flocking about them. Mr. Yancy's quest of his nevvy had taken an enduring hold on their imagination. For weeks it had constituted their one vital topic, and the fight became merely a satisfying background for this interesting restoration. "Sho', they'd got him! Sho' he wa'n't no bigger than Richard! Sho'!"
Only Murrell attempted conversation and he was not encouraged; and presently silence fell on the room except for the rattle of dishes and the buzzing of flies. When they had finished, the stale odors and the heat drove them quickly into the bar again, where for a little time Hannibal sat on Yancy's knee, by the door. Presently he slipped down and stole out into the yard.
In the deep peace that rested like a benediction on the pine-clad slopes of Scratch Hill the boy Hannibal followed at Yancy's heels as that gentleman pursued the not arduous rounds of temperate industry which made up his daily life, for if Yancy were not completely idle he was responsible for a counterfeit presentment of idleness having most of the merits of the real article.
"Where's my nevvy, sir what's all this about him and Miss Betty?" Yancy's soft drawl was suddenly eager. "Please God we'll recover him soon!" said the judge. By the window Carrington moved impatiently. No harm could come to the boy, but Betty a shudder went through him. "They've stolen him." Yancy spoke with conviction.
Miserable forebodings of an impending tragedy leaped up within him, and the miles were many that lay between him and the Hill. "He'll just naturally bust the face off the fellow Bladen sends!" thought Crenshaw, staring after his friend. That run of Bob Yancy's was destined to become a classic in the annals of the neighborhood.
At her back was another bark shanty similar to the one that sheltered himself, while on either hand a shoreless expanse of water danced and sparkled under the rays of the newly risen sun. As his eyes slowly took in the scene, Yancy's astonishment mounted higher and higher. The lady's sunbonnet quite hid her face, but he saw that she was smoking a cob-pipe.
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