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Crenshaw hurried from the room to return almost immediately with a tall countryman. "Mr. Bladen, this is Bob Yancy. Bob, the gentleman, wants to hear about the woman and the child; that's your story." "Howdy, sir," said Mr. Yancy. He appeared to meditate on the mental effort that was required of him, then he took a long breath. "It was this a-ways " he began with a soft drawl, and then paused.
And his thin little fingers nestled warmly against the man's hardened palm. Yancy looked down and gave him a sunny, reassuring smile. "It'll be all right, Nevvy," he said gently. "You wouldn't let 'em take me, would you, Uncle Bob?" asked the child in a fearful whisper. "Such an idea ain't entered my head. And this here warranting is just some of Dave Blount's cussedness."
"Come " said Carrington good-naturedly, "you surely remember me?" "Yes, sir; I reckon I do " "Can't you tell me about Mr. Yancy?" "No, sir; I don't know exactly where he is " "But how did you get here?" persisted Carrington. Suddenly Mahaffy turned on him. "Don't you see he's with us?" he said truculently. "Well, my dear sir, I certainly intended no offense!" rejoined Carrington rather hotly.
Just beyond the Barony, which was midway between Balaam's and the Hill, down the long stretch of sandy road he saw two mounted figures, then as they drew nearer he caught the flutter of skirts and recognized one of the horsewomen. It was Mrs. Ferris, wife of the Barony's new owner. She reined in her horse abreast of his cart. "Aren't you Mr. Yancy?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am, that's me Bob Yancy."
As fo' the Nashville widowers," said Cavendish with a chuckle, and a nod to Polly, "I pretty nigh drownded one of 'em in the Elk. We met in mid-stream and fit it out there; and the other quit the county. That was fo'teen years ago; but, mind you, I'd do it all over again to-morrow." "But, Dick, you ain't telling Mr. Yancy nothin' about yo' title," expostulated Polly.
"I'm most ten," said Hannibal, with dignity. "I can well believe it," responded the judge. "And with this weight of years, where did you come from and how did you get here?" "From across the mountains." "Alone?" "No, sir. Mr. Yancy fetched me part way." The boy's voice broke when he spoke his Uncle Bob's name, and his eyes swam with tears, but the judge did not notice this.
They imagined the gentleman named Slosson would find the operation excessively disagreeable; and that Yancy should be recuperating for so unique an enterprise invested him with a romantic interest. Henry squirmed closer to the recumbent figure on the bed. "Me and Kep would like mighty well to know how you-all are goin' to strip the hide offen to that gentleman's back," he observed.
Then as the buggy swept past him he made a dexterous grab at Blount and dragged him out over the wheels into the road, where, for the second time in his life, he proceeded to fetch Mr. Blount a smack in the jaw. This he followed up with other smacks variously distributed about his countenance. "You'll sweat for this, Bob Yancy!" cried Blount, as he vainly sought to fend off the blows.
"Just what kin is Hannibal to you, Mr. Yancy?" asked the judge resuming his seat. "Strictly speaking, he ain't none. That he come to live with me is all owing to Mr.
I hope you-all are a-goin' to be able to eat, you ain't had much nourishment. La, does yo' shoulder pain you like that? Want I should feed you?" "I am sorry, ma'am, but I reckon you'll have to," Yancy spoke regretfully. "I expect I been a passel of bother to you." "No, you ain't.
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