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Waldo's quick eye. "Zany, what are you concealing?" she asked, sternly. "What does all this mean?" "Dar now, misus," answered Aun' Jinkey with a certain simple dignity, "we mus' des trus you. I'se yeared you a lubin' serbent ob de Lawd. Ef you is, you am' gwine ter bring mis'ry on mis'ry. We mus' brung Miss Lou roun' sudden 'fo' ole miss comes.
"Well, young mistis, I gettin 'po'ful ole en I al'ays yeared on spooks sence I kin reckermember. I neber seed one fer sho, but I'se had strange 'sper'ences o' nights, en dar's dem w'at sez dey has seen de sperets ob de 'parted. I dunno. Dere's sump'n in folk's buzzums dat takes on quar sometimes, ez ef we libin' mighty close onter a worl' we kyant mos' al'ays see.
I yeared how you say you doan wanter lebe yo' ole mammy. I ain' cried so sence I wus a baby w'en I yeared dat. Doan you reckermember, honey? You sot right dar en wish sump'n ter hap'n. I 'spects we bettah be keerful how we wishes fer tings. Doan you min' de time Uncle Lusthah pray fer rain en we wus all nigh drownded?"
"Oh, Miss Lou," she whispered breathlessly, "I des got de orfulest, quarest news, en I darsn't kep hit eny longer. Marse cap'n en Mad Whately gwine ter fight 'bout you fo' sun-up." "What!" "Dey sut'ny is. Dey gwine ter fight one anoder 'bout you wid 'volvers fight ter de deth dey said. I yeared dem troo de dine-room winders." "Oh, Zany! this is horrible!" "Hit mout be wuss. Yo' cousin hot fer hit.
"Don't you " and Martine's voice grew husky "don't you remember Helen Kemble?" "A woman?" "Yes." "Never yeared on her. I only reckerlect people I've seen in hospitals. Women come foolin' roun' some days, but Lor'! I kin beat any on 'em teekin' keer o' the patients; en wen they dies, I kin lay 'em out. You ast the wardmaster ef I kant lay out a stiff with the best o' 'em." "That will do.
Folks say en de quarters dat ar spook ain' arter us." "Who the devil is hit arter then?" was the angry response. "How we know, mars'r? We neber try ter kill enybody." "But I tell you I didn't kill him," expostulated their nervous victim. "Didn't name no names, Marse Perkins. I on'y knows w'at I yeared folks tell 'bout spooks. Dey's mighty cur'us, spooks is.
I been a week gittin' yere en I neber git yere ef de cullud people didn't he'p me long nights." The girl stood silent and motionless. Suddenly Zany grasped her hand and whispered, "I yeared steps. Come ter de cabin. Be off, Chunk." They had scarcely reached Aun' Jinkey's door before a shadow approached and the harsh voice of Perkins asked, "What's goin' on yere?"
I could have no influence over the guard or Perkins either. Oh! OH! Mad Whately, you'll end by making me loathe you. To think of employing that treacherous wretch!" "Dat's des w'at I feard on, Miss Lou. Reck'n yo' cousin en Perkins projeckin' some debil trick." "You say my cousin has charge of the prisoners?" "Yassum. I yeared 'im gib de orders 'bout um, but I too fur off ter year w'at he say."
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