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Hearing the hum of the old negro's tuneful spirit, she called him and he came to the door. "Kintchin, they have taken Jasper." "Yas'm, an' da've tuck Lije Peters, too." "Why, Jasper said he wasn't goin'." "He ain't he's gone. I was a hidin' in de bushes an' I seed Peters wid his knife, an' I seed er man way up an' den er man way down wid blood spurtin' up.
"Then you have been married several times, have you, Kintchin?" "Yas'm. Dar wuz my fust wife an' my fust step-wife, an' " "Your first step-wife?" "Yas'm stepped inter de place o' my fust wife. My fust wife wuz Sue, an' she wuz er good 'oman, I tell you. But she liked music too well.
He made a threatening gesture and Kintchin, backing further off, cried out, "Doan rush me, suh. Ef I'se er scoundul you hatter give me time. Er scoundul hatter be keerful whut he say. I seed Mr. Starbuck dis mawnin', suh." Peters turned as if to go out, but halted and looked at Kintchin. The old negro nodded. "Say, is that young feller and that woman here yit?" "Gimmy time gimmy time.
"In lub? In lub wid who?" He leaned toward her. "Wid you." "W'y you couldn't lub me," she said. "I's eighty odd an' you ain't but sixty. I's too old fur you. I doan want ter fool wid no chile." Kintchin came closer and made an attempt to take her hand, shrewdly watching the hot iron slowly moving over the bosom of a shirt. "I'll burn da black hide ef you doan git erway. You bodders me."
Da come caze da wanter ter, an' now dat da's yere, da's jest er bo'din'; dat's all." "You are an old fool." "Yas, suh," replied Kintchin, "dat's whut I yere." Mammy came in and said to Kintchin, "De steers broke down de fence an' is eatin' up de co'n. See, through de winder?" "Dat won't do," Kintchin exclaimed with hurry in his voice but with passive feet. "No, it won't do.
Howsomedever, I mustn't go too fur wid dis man. He's er preacher, but he er Starbuck an' he w'ar me out ef I push him too fur." "Now, Kintchin," said the preacher, "you know you couldn't provoke me into strikin' you. Don't you?" "Yas, suh, I feels it; still I's er little skeered o' you. An' whut you gwine gimme caze I skeered? Ain't it wuth er quarter ter be skeered like I is? Huh?"
"Wall," drawled the old man, with a countryman's philosophical resignation in the face of a difficulty that cannot be avoided, "when a man robs hisse'f he ginerally knows about how fur the work has gone on. I've been a lettin' putty nigh every man have what he wants an' it's most too late to stop now. Laz, tell Kintchin to haul you over a load of co'n an' you kin ride Old Roan home."
"W'y, suh, I had my min' flung down on er 'ligious subjeck an' it wuz all I coul' do ter t'ar it off." "Ah, thought I hearn suthin' rip like a piece of tent cloth," and giving Kintchin the harness he continued: "Here, hitch up old Dick and drive these folks over to the post office." "Yas, suh." "And when you come back you can break that young steer." "Yas, suh, break de steer."
"Here, you scoundrel, I thought I told you to haul a load of corn over to Spencer's." The negro came up to the window. "Yas, suh, but you didn't tell me. I heard you tell dat man Laz, but he sich a liar you kain't blebe nuthin' dat's said ter him." Jasper turned away to laugh and Kintchin came round into the house. "But you heard me tell him, you scoundrel," said the old man.
I's er scoundul, you know." "Do you want me to mash your head?" Kintchin put his hand to his head. "Whut, dis one right yere? No, suh, I doan blebe I does." "Well, then answer me. That woman and young chap here yet?" "Yas, suh, da's yere." "She's his aunt, I understand." "Yas, suh, dat's whut you un'erstand." "Why did they come here? What are they doin'?" "Gimmy time.
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