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"I was just thinkin', sir," he said, "that if it would be any comfort to you, we'll tie up to the bank right here and wait until you can travel. I'm powerfully annoyed at having fetched you all this way!" But Yancy shook his head. "I'll be glad to go on to Memphis with you. If my nevvy got away from Murrell, that's where I'll find him. I reckon folks will be kind to him and sort of help him along.
"Yo' orders are that we're to slip out of this a little afore midnight, but suppose there's a hitch here's the lady knowing what she knows and here's the boy knowing what he knows." "There can be no hitch," rasped out Murrell arrogantly. "I never knew a speculation that couldn't go wrong; and by rights we should have got away last night." "Well, whose fault is it you didn't?" demanded Murrell.
Folks were swarming into town armed to the teeth, and Hues fetched Murrell across country to Raleigh " "Yes?" said Yancy. "Well, the sheriff has refused to take Murrell into custody. Hues has him down at the court-house, but whether or not he is going to be able to hold him is another matter!" Yancy and Hannibal had dressed by this time, and the judge led the way from the house.
"Well, thank God, they're not my niggers!" he added. "You'd better come with me, Tom," said Murrell. "With you?"
Murrell stood between him and the door; more than this, he stood between him and his rifle, which leaned against the wall in the far corner of the room. Slosson roared out a protest to his words. "That's all right, neighbor," retorted Yancy over his shoulder, "but I'm going to bed." He never shifted his glance from Murrell's face.
"A beautiful and accomplished young lady a great heiress is to disappear and no solution of the mystery demanded by the public at large!" said Fentress with an acid smile. Murrell laughed contemptuously. "What's all this fuss over Norton's death amounted to?" he said. "Are you sure you have come to the end of that, John?" inquired Fentress, still smiling.
He said he was looking for a boy about ten years old a boy with a bundle and rifle." There was an awful pause. Hannibal's heart stood still for a brief instant, then it began to beat with terrific thumps against his ribs. "Who was that man, Hannibal?" "I please, I don't know " gasped the child. "Hannibal, who was that man?" repeated the judge. "It were Captain Murrell."
Three-quarters of an hour slipped by, then, piercing the silence, Murrell heard a shrill whistle; it was twice repeated; he saw Bess go down to the landing again. A half-hour elapsed and a man issued from the scattering growth of bushes that screened the shore. The new-comer crossed the clearing and entered the cabin.
The girl's eyes were dilating with a mute horror, for by some swift intuitive process of the mind, which asked nothing of the logic of events, but dealt only with conclusions, Murrell stood revealed as Norton's murderer. Perhaps he read her thoughts, but he had lived in his degenerate ambitions until the common judgments or the understanding of them no longer existed for him.
For God's sake, get her away from here as soon as you can, it's an awful risk you run!" "She'll be sent down river to-night," said Murrell. "Captain," began Slosson who up to this had taken no part in the conversation. "When are you going to cross to t'other side of the bayou?" "Soon," replied Murrell. Slosson laughed. "I didn't know but you'd clean forgot the Clan's business.
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