"There," he said, with a low
laugh, "that squinch-owl was I, and the first you heard was one of
my men. Now, like a good soul, make pones and fry bacon for five
men, and you'll have friends who will take good care of you and
Chunk."
"De Lawd he'p me! w'at comin' nex'? Miss Lou wuz a wishin' sump'n ud
hap'n--w'at ain' gwinter hap'n?"
"Nothing will happen to harm you if you do as I say. Our men may
soon be marching this way, and we'll remember our friends when we
come."
"I des hope dere'll be sump'n lef ob me ter reckermember," said Aun'
Jinkey, but she rose to comply with the soldier's requirement,
feeling that her only course was to fall in with the wishes of
whoever happened to be uppermost in the troublous times now
foreseen. She was in a terribly divided state of mind. The questions
she had smoked and thought over so long now pressed with bewildering
rapidity and urgency. An old family slave, she had a strong feeling
of loyalty to her master and mistress. But they had been partially
alienating Miss Lou, for whom she would open her veins, while her
grandson was hot for freedom and looked upon Northern soldiers as
his deliverers.
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