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"Very well, I am at your service," answered Alfred slowly lighting his pipe, after which he looked straight into Col. Zane's face. "My sister informs me that you insulted her last fall before you left the Fort. I am sure you are neither a liar nor a coward, and I expect you to answer as a man." "Col. Zane, I am not a liar, and I hope I am not a coward," said Alfred coolly.
I have almost finished up this work of auditing and clearing the estate. I intend now to pay some attention to the tragedy, accident, or whatever it was, that led to Mr. Zane's cutting off. You will second me warmly in this, I am sure." Agnes turned pale, and felt the executor's eyes upon her. Podge Byerly was pale too. Duff Salter did not give them any opportunity to recover composure.
But Colonel Zane's house proved an exception to this. Most interesting was the large room.
He did not recognize in him any one he had ever seen before, and being of a sullen and taciturn nature, especially with strangers, he seemed in no hurry to give the desired information as to Colonel Zane's whereabouts. "Don't stare at me that way, you damn nigger," said Clarke, who was used to being obeyed by negroes. "Quick, you idiot. Where is the Colonel?"
The Senate Committee on the Judiciary called on the President for the endorsements of Judge Zane, and Senator Edmunds was quite disgusted when the President could send him only this little slip of paper written by me, which was all the President had when he made the appointment. Senator Edmunds hesitated to recommend his confirmation. There was no question about Judge Zane's qualifications.
"If you are going, tell Sam to fetch down another load of fodder before he unhitches." "Eb, I have no patience with your brothers," said Col. Zane's wife to him after he had closed the door. "They are all alike; forever wanting to be on the go. If it isn't Indians it is something else. The very idea of going up the river in this weather.
Clarke realized that he would not be able to carry the inanimate figure, so he hurriedly put on his clothes and set out on a run for Colonel Zane's house. The first person whom he saw was the old negro slave, who was brushing one of the Colonel's horses. Sam was deliberate and took his time about everything. He slowly looked up and surveyed Clarke with his rolling eyes.
Are you Wetzel's companion, or the renegade Deering?" "I am not a renegade any more than you are. I was rescued by the Indian girl, who took me as her husband," said Joe coldly. He was surprised, and did not know what to make of Zane's manner. "Good! I'm glad to meet you," instantly replied Zane, his tone and expression changing. He extended his hand to Joe. "I wanted to be sure.
Even then she was very proud and willful, and the loveliest girl I ever laid eyes on." Alfred Clarke staid late at Colonel Zane's that night. Before going away for so many weeks he wished to have a few more moments alone with Betty.
Tough lookin' customer; a good mate fer Jim Girty! A fine lot of border-hawks!" "Somethin' comin' off," whispered Wetzel, as Zane's low growl grew unintelligible. Jonathan felt, rather than saw, Wetzel tremble. "The missionaries are consultin'. Ah! there comes one! Which? I guess it's Edwards. By gum! who's that Injun stalkin' over from the hostile bunch. Big chief, whoever he is.
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