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Updated: June 23, 2025
"I'm sorry that I spoke as I did last night, I was angry, but I've had such awful moods lately! Sometimes I've felt as if I could whip you to make you tell me!" A thrill ran over Fledra from head to foot. "Beat me will you beat me?" she murmured, drawing his hand across her moist lips. "I'd love to have you beat me! Pappy Lon always said that a woman needed beatin' to make her stand around.
Then Fledra realized what she had said, and hesitated in fear. "I forgot, you weren't to know, Fluke. Will you wait till I call Brother Horace?... Fluke, don't be trembling like that! Sit down, Fluke!... Fluke!" Floyd's face had paled, even to the tips of his ears. He realized now that danger had hung over the fair young sister and he had not known of it.
I was speaking to Jesus just before you came. I was asking Him to help me." The man looked at the red gown hanging over her white nightrobe, the tossed black curls, and the pale, sensitive face before he said: "Fledra, whatever is the matter with you? Surely, there is something I can do." "Sister Ann said I would be happier, and we all would, if I asked Jesus; and I was askin' Him jest now."
They came to Ann and Horace " Fledra Vandecar gave a glad little cry. "It was he, then, the pretty boy that prayed! Oh, Floyd, something told me! But you said he was here alone. Where is my girl?" "That's what I want to tell you, Fledra. Look at me, dear heart." The eyes, wandering first from his face, then to the door, fell upon him.
She was glad she could now at least rest free from Lem until the hut was reached, and then, if only something should happen to soften Cronk's heart, how hard she would work for him! The next morning the barge approached the squatter settlement, and Fledra was once more on deck. She wondered what Floyd had said when he received her letter, and if he believed that she had gone of her own free will.
If he could eliminate them from his plans but they were necessary to him. "I don't like none o' the bunch of ye!" Fledra burst out in his silence. Brimbecomb's lips formed a slight smile. The girl pondered a moment, and continued fiercely, "And I hate Ithaca and all the squatters!" "You speak very much like your father," ventured the lawyer. "I can't understand why you hate him.
"Do you want me to go with Pappy Lon and not make any trouble for her?" she whispered. "No, no, not that! You can't go, Fledra, and they can't take you, if you have told me the truth about the man your father wanted to give you to."
"I'll stay with Pappy Lon and Lem, because I love Sister Ann too well to go with you." "Oh, I thought that was the reason," said Everett. "All your hard words to me were from your tender, grateful heart. That only makes me like you the better." Fledra turned to go. "But I don't like you, and I never will. Let me go now, because I'm goin' down to the scow to Pappy Lon."
"Floyd will get well, and Horace and I " She dropped asleep, and the morning had fully dawned before she opened her eyes to another day. Then, as Fledra sat up in bed, brushed back the curls from her face, and with the eagerness of a child thought over the happy yesterday, suddenly her eyes fell upon an envelop, lying on the carpet just beneath her window. It had not been there the night before.
"Lip it out, then, Mister," said the latter; "and, if me and Lem's agreein' with ye, then we'll help ye." Everett moved uneasily in the creaking chair. He did not desire to dicker with these ruffians; but it was necessary, if he wished to carry out his plans concerning Fledra. "The boy is likely to die any moment. The girl is the only one who can help you, Mr. Cronk."
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