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His usually terse speech was becoming diffuse and irrelevant, while vacant laughter issued from his lips. Yancy was apparently unaffected by the good cheer of which he had partaken, but Murrell's dark face was flushed. The Scratch Hiller's ability to carry his liquor exceeded anything he had anticipated. "You-all run along to bed, Nevvy," said Yancy, as Hannibal entered the room.
Cavendish doesn't look as if he had any very urgent business of his own, and I reckon the same is true of Yancy, so I am going to keep them with us. There are some points to be cleared up when we reach Belle Plain some folks who'll have a lot to explain or else quit this part of the state!
"Until this man Murrell appeared you had no trouble with Bladen? He was content that you should keep the child your right to Hannibal was never challenged?" "Never, sir. All my troubles began about that time." "Murrell belongs in these parts," said the judge. "I'd admire fo' to meet him," said Yancy quietly. The judge grinned. "I place my professional services at your disposal," he said.
That straight and narrow path was not in his religious practice. He drove a long ball, and he drove a great many that did not return in his bag. He glanced resentfully to the right, where Judge Weatherup was straddling the fence, and to the left, where Yancy was annoying the bullfrogs. "Darn them!" he said to himself. "Of course now I'll follow suit."
I'm on my way West. Shake hands." His manner was frank and winning, and Yancy met it with an equal frankness. "Well, sir, me and my nevvy are glad to meet some one we've knowed afore. The world are a lonesome place once you get shut of yo'r own dooryard," he said. Murrell slipped from his saddle and fell into step at Yancy's side as they moved forward.
"Otherwise you're frequently put out by hearing of what happened after you left; I can stand anything but disapp'intment of that kind." They passed from room to room securing doors and windows, and at last stepped out upon the back porch. "Hullo!" said Yancy, pointing. There on a bench by the kitchen door was a small figure.
By the door stood Mahaffy with Yancy and Cavendish; they understood that what was obscure and meaningless to them held a tragic significance to these two men. The judge's heavy face, ordinarily battered and debauched, but infinitely good-natured, bore now the markings of deep passion, and the voice that rumbled forth from his capacious chest came to their ears like distant thunder.
"Every one said we would better talk with you, Mr. Yancy, and we were hoping to meet you as we came along," supplemented Miss Malroy, and her words of flattery were wafted to him with so sweet a smile that Yancy instantly capitulated. "I reckon you-all can count on my nevvy," he said.
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.
Her neck rose from her shoulders like that of an acrobat, and she walked with the sense of security which comes from self-reliant strength. She was met at the door by old lady Yancy, who pumped her hand up and down, exclaiming: "My stars, I'm glad to see ye back! 'Pears like the country is just naturally goin' to the dogs without you.
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